A PLACE TO CALL HOME

The definition of home is: the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household. But in my heart, it is different, to me home is a place where I feel accepted, wanted and loved. Surrounded by people that care about me, friends, and family. A place where I can be, whoever it is I want to be. Where I can dream, play, laugh, and do whatever it is I need or want to do. Everyone deserves a home, rich or poor, well fed or hungry, living with many or living alone. A house and a home are not the same thing. A house: a building where one lives, and a home: a building where one lives. The difference lies within my heart. My home makes me feel warm inside, like the feeling I get when I come in from the cold on a winter day, and someone is there waiting for me with a warm mug of hot cocoa and a blanket. That warm feeling always enters me the second I step through the door of the place that I call home. There are many special things in my house that make it my home, but the most important is my family. My mom, dad, brothers, and sisters complete it all. They mean everything to me, without them I am not complete, and neither is my home. They help me along, care for me, and protect me. I do not know what I would do without them. I am very blessed to have such a good place to live, Sunnyside Colony is and forever will be my home.