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Home By Shannaia The first time I stepped into my home it felt magical and warm. There it was. I found my home to sleep, to stay and be with my family, to talk about problems and struggles. Being there for each other and making each other laugh and smile is what makes our house a home. I’m so thankful to have a roof over my head, a place where I can be myself, where I am loved and taken care of by my parents and siblings. Home is the feeling of joy and happiness in the air. Home is knowing that there is nothing to worry about. Home is where I am safe from bad things and dangerous people. No one can explain the way my home feels like I can.