What home means to me

I love being at home because it’s very special. These days it’s become very essential. The place I can be me, a place I can be free. One day my friends will come over to play for now they will stay. The one thing I enjoy at home is to frolic with my little sister even though at times she can be a little sinister. I can make a mistake in math and no one will laugh,I can dance off beat, I can sing off tempo this is where I can be me. It’s sad to say that people don’t have somewhere warm to stay or somewhere they can call home. It doesn't matter the size of your home, it matters who you share it with. Home is not just made of bricks and sticks, to me, it's love and memories. So one day when you're feeling grey just think of the place that makes you feel safe.