The Meaning of Home

When I open the door, I see my family. It may be small, But it’s big enough for me. Even though, There is only one person. It is good to be her son. When I am with my mom, We are like the sun glancing at the earth. Having is home is not ever a curse. Then I go to bed, And I have a dream. Sometimes It’s cool to be like me. Sometimes I look at the stars, And rest my head. Sometimes I am a pencil, With a lot of lead. When I am at home, I make the best of memories. Which will last centuries and centuries. What is home to me? well , it’s family. To be, Happy.