A Home is...

Home is a place where I feel welcome. People don't judge even if they have a grudge. I go back because my family is there. I love that feeling when I wake up,candles are lit and my mom gives me a big hug. At my house it is me, my mom and sister, that's it. It feels good to have a home. It feels like peace, happiness and love. All home means to me is family. Although sometimes I'm by myself, at least I know my family is having fun. while my moms with her boyfriend. It's new to be alone People always come, Like my nana and papa always come to eat dinner, before they come I always have to go up to my room to get my little chair my papa always sits on and he looks really tiny when he does. My sister will invite her boyfriend and we always play games. I love to play games, my family is a big game family. We have almost three whole shelves of board games and card games. Same with hide and seek, I remember when I was little my mom would randomly start counting and turn the lights off so me and my sister would always run and hide, I would always go to moms closet to hide! Sunday mornings waking up at 8:00 to get ready for church, putting on music every day while getting ready, are the good times never to forget. Home makes you feel comfortable, family pictures on the wall, and we love playing baseball. My mom is a real life superhero. She loves me with all her heart. All I'm saying is when someone calls a place home they mean it.