Home

When most people think of the word home they think of a man-made structure that one may live in. When I think of the word home I see me and my family on a warm summer day. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and the soft breeze slowly going through my hair. I can hear them talking in Spanish, discussing where to go next as a family of 45. I can see the smiles and the bright shimmers in all of their eyes. Home is also Christmas night. It starts with us hearing the doorbell ring. I quickly run up to welcome my family with a warm hug. I lead them to the kitchen so that we are all together. We dance, play, talk, laugh and even sing. I see us gathering around the Christmas tree shortly after twelve. The music in the background of my cousins giggles. Everyone is excited to see what gift they get to open next. We hug each other, grateful that we get to be together on such a magical night. Home is wherever I'm with my family.