Home

Home is where my memories thrive bad and good and the roof protects me from rain, snow and the sun’s UV rays. Home is where I slam the door when I’m mad and I secretly spy with my little sibling on my parents when they say something secret. Home is where my endless dreams and imagination goes on forever and where we’ve had times that weren’t the best and times that were the best. Home is where we have short discussions and where I feel safer from the outside world and where I study as hard as I can for tests. Home is where I feel protected and where I feel safe.