Home. Is it just a house with furniture? To me, home is where love began. Everytime I’m at home I feel safe, free, comfortable, understood and unjudged. I’m my true self at home. I like to goof around sometimes but I still need to respect my family like they respect me. Home is where I learn important lessons when I have made mistakes. My family is our home’s heart, and home will always have a place in our heart. I am grateful, my family is grateful and everyone else should be grateful for a place to call their own. Everyone deserves a home like mine!