Home

Behind this door, there's more to see, and this is what home means to me. There are memories, pictures, and laughter to be had. There's someone to talk to, someone to see, someone to argue with, someone just out of reach. There's always love, joy, and care; it floats endlessly in the air. I can lay on my couch and just be, and everyone around knows what it means. I can vent, I can cry whenever I want, with someone always ready to talk. I always have someone to love, whether it's playing board games or just needing a hug. We all make dinner, talk about our day, it's the little things with the biggest repay. I can ask to talk whenever I please without anyone to judge or tease, this is called love, it comes in all different forms. A smile, a laugh, anything more. Every morning when I wake up, I can think about how much luck. Although it's not always laughs and love, even in arguments, we make up. I love to spend time, it's so hard to keep, time goes by, but family you always keep. Time is a thief, but love is a cop; it will always fight harder. So behind that door isnt just rooms its the people who make it because they love you. Family is most important to me because of all the love of these, these people I know are more than parents, they best people who love you the most. Even in times of rough, they find the light, they'll make you shine brighter than a star, just being who you are. Home means to me love; it means getting big bear hugs. Getting tucked in to bed, getting loved.