What Home Means To Me
Home is where I can let it all out. All of my troubles, worries and homework are controllable once I walk through the door. I don’t feel ashamed or embarrassed to ask for help from my family. My home is perfect even with my barking dog and our scary basement. I can rely on my house to be heated and have a full fridge. I know not everyone can have that privilege and I am lucky enough to have a home that keeps me safe.
You don’t have to have a big home to be happy, it’s just the people on the inside that count. I like to think that family members in a home are like bricks. They go up higher and higher, so they can keep each other protected. If you ever forget the meaning of home, always remember home is where the heart is.