The Meaning of Home
In my home I’m accepted for who I am. It’s not about what a home looks like, but it’s more about the people, and pets, inside. Some houses you move to may not feel like home yet because it’s not full of memories but with time your home will become more like a storage place of memories.
My home is a safe and protected place, it’s safe to say what bothers me, to be at home alone, to sleep at night, to say the truth, to ask for anything I need. I feel the safest when I’m with my family.
When I’m home I feel warm inside like a blanket is wrapped around me. Especially when I’m in my special spot on the couch next to my mom. Sometimes when I feel sad my mom makes me sugar cookies because they’re my favourite.
When I think of all the people who don’t have homes it makes me cry on the inside and wonder if they have family. I think that everybody should have a home full of family and memories because home does not mean as much without family. My home is not my house, it’s my family.