What Home Means to Me

When I think of home, I think of the first home I ever knew. It's built with walls and a ceiling but most importantly with love and kindness. When I walk in, I see people love. My home is filled with love and kindness and positive energy all around me. I feel happy when I’m there. Home is the place I feel free to be myself, I dance, I sing and do what I want. My parents are there when I need it and not when I don’t. My home is where I grew up. My home is where I feel most safe and secure. That is the home I love and cherish.