What Home Means to Me
WHAT HOME MEANS TO ME
BY SARAH HARRIS
A house is not a home unless a family is living in it. Home is a place where I am greeted by family when I come home from school. It’s a place with all the people that love me, sitting around the table with warm, fresh, juicy food. When my family cooks, the warm rich smell brings me back to my family in Newfoundland. In the summer my family leaves for vacation but my house will still be in my heart.
Home is a place where you learn to be thankful. Somewhere to open up and be yourself. In tough times my dog lays beside me, on the big grey couch wagging his soft, fluffy tail to make me smile. On weekend nights I like to watch movies and have layers of warm fluffy blankets covering me. Home is a place with good nights, good mornings and love.
Home is a place to make memories with the people you love. It’s a place where you will get into arguments and always apologize. Somewhere where you can express your feelings and no one will judge you. I think every family deserves a home.