What Home Means To Me

What Home Means To Me Home is where family is. When I grow up, I’m really going to miss this. Home is made of bricks and wood that is hard. It also has some glass and sometimes a yard. Home is love, father, mother, sister, and brother. Sometimes it also includes some others. My family always loves and cares. And I know they will always be there. Home is parents, the garden of my heart. They were the ones that gave me a start. My sister told me to always dream. And I know she will be there to push my self-esteem. When I grow up and feel alone. I’ll remember the time I spent at home. Teasing, playing, washing dishes. And mom’s never ending kisses. I’ll remember the past with tearful eyes. And will know I got the best advice!