Home Is the Place That Knows My Name By: Ava

Home is not just a building with walls and a roof. To me, home is a feeling. Home is the place where I feel safe, enjoyable, and somewhere where I can be who I am. When I am home, I don't have to pretend to be someone else. I can laugh in my own way and make mistakes without being afraid. Home is where I feel cared for and loved, even on days where things don't go the right way. Home is also made of memories. It can be the sound of familiar voices, the smell of food I recognize, or simple routines that make life easy. These small things make me feel where I belong, in my home. Even if I'm not at home these memories stick to me. Home doesn't have to be perfect. It can be crazy, noisy, and even messy but this makes home feel real. What matters the most is that in my home I'm not surrounded by strangers, I am surrounded by people who care and love me. To me, home is the place that knows my name, my thoughts, and my heart. Home is where the people who feel the same are. Home is where I belong, and that is what makes my home special!