Home To Me

Home is not just something to cover your head or shelter you from the rain. It is where voices are not kept inside you there let out as you walk into a home. It is like something Inside you just waiting to jump for joy like the fresh laughter from family and friends. In my home there is a golden Phrase: There is never a dull moment when someone speaks. Sometimes occurrences happen, and home must be left for a good reason. A frown appears when Mum & Dad announce the Move, I nod my head slowly showing Mum & Dad I will be fine. But as soon as I turned around a million tears burst out rolling down my face then I broke into a soft sob, and I headed to my room and sob, there until dinner. I head downstairs and sit at the table. I quickly dry my face, and I start taking bites out of my stuffed peppers and steak with asparagus then I take a deep breath and start to tell Mum and Dad that I don't want to move. Then Mum & Dad slowly turn their heads to each other then Mom says that I can help pick the new house. I have finally had enough. I screamed I don’t want to pick a new house this is home what about all the memories we made here that’s what made here home!