Home Sweet Home

People say a home is just four walls and a roof over your head, but not to me. When I get off the bus, I run home. When I open the front door I can smell the delicious food being cooked and I feel safe. Home is where I feel loved to just stand beside my family. In school there is so much stress and not many opportunities to be yourself because when people are creative, people bully you. So, right when I walk in that front door I can be myself, creative, and funny. Home is where memories are made and nothing can change that even when you move to a different location. All those memories made in a home go with you. Home is where we have fun and make jokes. Home is where I walk in the front door and my dog runs to me wagging his tail. Some people have brothers and sisters that are much older, I am lucky to have sisters that are close to my age so I can play with them. At the end of the day, I have a bed where I can lay and dream that everybody can have this luxury that I have.