Home

What home means to me. When I grew up, I thought everyone had a house, sadly I was wrong. A house is a building, although sometimes it can be your home. A home is where you feel yourself, where you feel like you are where you feel like you are where you belong. Home is also safety where you feel safe. A home is somewhere in the world where you feel your inner self, where you have a stable life, where you belong. I believe that every person, big and small, tall and short, should have a home. Every person should have a home because every person has equal rights. No person is better than the other. A home is full of many memories, such as good memories like celebrating a holiday, or the bad memories like getting in trouble or for some people break ins. For those unlucky people who have experienced break ins they will probably feel insecure for the rest of their lives. Imagine the people who have no houses imagine how insecure they would feel if someone is roaming around their home. If I were them, I would be scared for the rest of my life. I, currently in my home, feel safe and secure but others without homes do not. Overall, a home is where you feel you belong.