What Home Means to Me

Home means my own perspective of my care to my home. A home is not just a house, it's a home that holds lots of memories and every new step towards a new memory. A home knows how I have lots of new memories coming my way, and I will never let go of those memories. The first step towards my home, I felt shy. But, I got used to it as soon as I got there. The memories that i made with my home, never wanted to leave. The memories just wanted to hold me tight and never let go. All the visits, All the guests, The home was kind and caring no matter what happened. The home protects me from any disasters and that’s a true friendship. A home doesn't need a roof, it just needs protection and safety. The home always helps me when danger strikes, and it takes the sacrifice. The home helps with anything. If you get a tantrum and hit a wall, the home lets you do that no matter what you've been going through. The home never wants you to go, it just wants you to stay with it because the home loves you. The home cares. The home feels. The home has gifts of feelings for you when you come home. The home knows you so well that it even recognizes you and pretends to give you a big hug even though you can't see it. The home doesn't like you, it loves you. It loves you with the amount of its heart. Even though it doesn’t have a heart. The home cares for me and you. You just gotta know that the home loves you and cares for you. The home is family not a house.