What home is to me...

To me home is not just a pair of walls and clumps of cement holding it together. Home is a feeling, a feeling filled with love and warmth. When I come home from school washed with exhaustion I go to the coziness of my room. Sometimes I also take a nap and when I wake up I feel like a new person with new opportunities. In my home I feel safe. Like on weekends I can wake up to my moms cooking knowing I am safe. There are many things I love about my home but the thing I love the most is the people in my home like my mom who takes care of me, my dad helps me learn new things and then there's my brother who makes me laugh. To me my house is built by some other people but my home is built by me made with my likeness. Sometimes I come home upset then all I need to do is embrace the warm feeling of having a place where I belong. The place where I have built over the years is not just four walls with windows and a door it is a home, my home.