What Home Means To Me
Home is where I go when I am sad when I want to give up but then my family reminds me everything I’ve done and that giving up is not going to make it better.
Home is memories that you’ll never forget, because home is not a building or a place. I could live under a bridge and that wouldn’t mean that is not a home. It is not where home is or the stuff in it, it is who you are with, the memories you have and feeling safe,comfy,warm,cared for and so much more.
When I come home and I smell delicious food, see my brother playing on our ps4, see my dad working and my mom cooking, it feels like home. I know I’ll always be welcome. Even if we are all having a bad day, we will always have each other no matter what.