Home

Home.

The home I live in keeps me sheltered and warm. Behind the door, inside these walls, this house I live in, I call it my home. With my parents there to hold me in their arms, along with my siblings who I can watch grow. The hours, the minutes, the seconds, that I've spent with my family and friends. This place I call home holds memories that I keep safe in my heart. But home isn’t just a building, made of wood and cement. It’s something unique to each and every person. Whatever it may be whether it’s an apartment or a mansion, it’s something you can call your own. The place I can call home is very special to me, And no matter where or what it’ll end up being in the future, It’s a place that I can rest in as long as I'm with the people I love.