Home: Not Just Four Letters

Home, a place where I have my family to care for. Home is where I make mistakes to be truthful about. Home is where my Mom and I watched TV and cuddled. Home is where I made loom bracelets with my sister. Home is not just four walls and a roof. For me home is somewhere I feel safe with my Mom similar to school. Home is where I make bracelets with my sister, looking for cool rocks with my sister and much more. Home is not somewhere you get beat up or you don’t feel safe or you are scared to even talk to someone about how you are feeling. A house is just four walls with some stuff inside. A home is four letters but important because we would not be the same without them. Home is where I read. Home is where we come together and where we come to gather. Home is when I go camping and roast marshmallows. Home used to be different, I used to live with my sister and my mom and dad. My dad left when I was four or five. I remember riding my bike in the summer time with my dad, that is what home means to me.