HOME ISN'T A PLACE ITS THE MEMORIES WE SHARE

What home means to me is that it's walking home . and seeing my family instead of going on my phone or computer and doing other stuff. I like seeing my parents that help me calm down and sometimes they can be mad at me but just because you get mad at me doesn't mean that I don't like them or love them any less. When other people put me down my parents. Are there for me. Our family is always there just because I might be mad at them doesn't mean that I don't love them. I don't know what I would do without them. When my sister died. The family was upset but I was sad too. They put their feelings aside and helped me. My parents and brother are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Home might seem like a building but it's the memories we share. All I'm trying to say is choose yours wisely.