My Forever Home

Home is made of people who uplift me and a safe place where I can truly be myself. It is the feeling of safety, love, and comfort. My home is a warm blanket that protects me and melts away my worries. I know that home is not just a place, like Vietnam or Canada, but also my family and people who care about me. Home helps me through hard times and gives me peace. When I feel sad or sick, my family supports me and helps me feel better. Their kindness is like magic that fortifies me to keep me going. As I rise to brighter heights above, I’ve learned that home is much more than love, not just a place, not brick or stone, but people who hold me wherever I go. Now that I know what home has grown to be, I'll guard it well, so it will never get empty. It never feels like home if my family doesn’t bustle around the dining table, and my cat doesn’t scurry down the hall, stepping on the floorboards with a creak and meowing at me to feed her. Although my house may sometimes seem chaotic or unusual, it beats with joy and familiarity in my heart, and I would not change it a single bit. It will remain my forever home.