What My Home Really Means To Me

The meaning of home is a powerful, meaningful thing. There's a memory in each room, like the dining room eating food with the whole family, laughter filling the room, or the kitchen baking with my older sisters. The memories in each room bring me great joy. My home is a place where I can calm down after a noisy, overwhelming day. A place where I can be myself. But what really matters to me to call a place home is my family. Bringing me to remember all the memories just seeing their faces. Praying and going to church to play-fighting with my older brother, nothing in the whole world could say home like family! All of these things really mean home to me.