What Home Means To Me

Home means to me a quiet place, a place where you can rest, a place where you can cry freely without a care in the world. Where can I be mad, where can I feel myself? I don’t have to act like somebody I’m not—a place where I can relax after a long day's work. I can play games with my friends. A lot of friends. I am so sure that they also love home like me! Without a home, I would have no place to stay. No place to feel safe. No place to call home. I feel sad for all of those people who don’t have homes. I wonder how they survive like that. They don't have a roof over their heads. People who have homes are lucky. Thankfully, we don't have to face the problem that they have to face. Home is a meaningful place, a quiet, full place, a place where the people you love are. Comfortable, soft, and bright. A place where you start blossoming like a flower. It starts like a seedling and grows every single day. I get surrounded by my friends, food, and a house. I am happy I have a home. But I hate leaving home to go to school. I love home because it makes me feel safe.