Home is where you make memories.
Your first walk, first pet, and your first word.
It’s where you can watch your hometown team win an NBA championship.
When there’s a thunderstorm the safest place I feel is at home.
Home is not only my home.
It’s my sister’s home,
my dad’s home,
and even my dog’s home.
When I come home my crazy, sweet dog sprints down the stairs
And wags her tail like I’ve been gone for a decade.
She follows me and
I play with her.