HOME

A home is a place where you should feel safe and loved. Where you can be yourself and be able to have as much space and privacy as you need. Memories of friends that will soon be gone. When suddenly things get quiet and something is wrong, a part of me just shatters to pieces. You can never be healed and happiness decreases. Memories will be kept but feelings can't go away. Sadness starts to sink in and gets deeper, deeper and deeper. Sadness will never go away. Home is a place where you can do things that you like: playing games, playing with a pet or your friends. Nobody will judge you when you are at home, so you can do something that you like to do alone. A home doesn't need to be big, but a home could just be a small house with a few rooms. A home doesn't have to have a lot of furniture, but could have just a few chairs, a table, a bed and a couch. Home makes me think of loved ones: my parents, my brother, my pets, and myself! They are welcoming, warm, positive, and loving. Home makes me feel safe and loved, and that feeling makes me happy because not everyone has someone that loves them. Everyone should be able to feel loved for who they are and what they want to be. Anyone should be able to do what they want and shouldn't be judged for who they are. A home is not something that everyone can afford but is something everyone deserves. Everyone should have a roof over their head, and a warm bed to sleep in. Somewhere that they can feel safe because not everyone has a home. I think everyone should be able to come into a comfy home at the end of the day and be able to have heat and warm clothes. That's what home means to me.