Home is a place to feel loved.
It’s not about how nice our home is,
all you need is a warm place to live,
people you trust,
not to feel judged,
and a soft place to fall.
When I think about home I think of memories, adventure, to be yourself,
cared for and a safe place to be. In my family my big and little sister and
I don’t always get along but in the end we all still love eachother.
In the winter my dad and I always make a rink in are backyard, and those
are memories that we have been doing for almost my whole life.
No matter where you go your memories should come with you.
And that is what home means to me.