What Home Means to Me

Home is a place I can be myself and not worry about people talking about me. I can feel and be myself. I can talk and not get ignord where people care about me and listen to me and care about my well being. Where people ask if I'm fine and not be rude to me and not pull pranks on me that aren't funny. The people who ask if I'm ok do not just leave me in the dark. They are not people who leave me because I'm being rude or annoying. When they are nice to me and like the stuff I make for who I am and not say, “You're so ugly, I hate you, get out of here!” Where we can hang out and not make me cry all the time. But it's where my mom makes delicious food. Where my sister makes me laugh my heart out. Where my brother makes me play games with him. Where my dad makes me smile. It's where my family lives and I'm always so happy when I'm home. Home is not just a place where you sleep or eat, it's where I'm happy to be with my family. It's here we make memories that we will never forget, it's where I live and get to be myself and dress how I want. I can do anything I want if my parents are ok with it. I love my family so much even if they are annoying sometimes…. like, really annoying.