What home means to me...

Home is the root of my identity in this world. Without a home, nobody would know me or communicate with me. In fact, I would not even be able to register for a school. Home is also my friend. I call him a friend because he does not mind whenever I decide to change the colors of my walls or the posters from Thomas to Pokémon. He is also a good buddy who had been listening silently and laughed back with his echo to my silly jokes for many years. He does not care about grammars or my speech problems like the outside world does. Home is where I have cherished many memories with my family, pets, and friends. Each home has a story to tell about someone. In the future, my home will have notable events to tell which will be withheld within our memories and heart. This is why home is the root of my identity in this world. Home is where I can be myself! Honors your dignity and hard work Opportunity in this organized society Memories Evidence to our existence