What home means to me

Home is a place where kindness, happiness and love grows. Almost everyone in the world knows not everybody has a safe place to call home. When you are home you are never by yourself and alone. A home is just a building until you have a memory there. A home is full of people who will always care, never stop to stare. At home you are always welcome never lonesome. No matter if you are young or old if you are mean or bold, you should never sleep in the cold. When I am at home, I have the chance to be me, be free, be who I want to be, not caring what others think about me. Everyone and everything deserves a safe warm place to call home. Dogs and frogs, a moose, a goose or even a mouse everyone and everything should get a house. At home warmth, kindness, happiness and love is in the air, is everywhere and everybody has some to share. At home it does not matter if the skies are grey or blue somebody will always be right there for you. When you’re sad or mad there is always someone to make you glad and turn your frown upside down. My home is full of people who love me, for me, who care about me, who will help me up if I fall. All my family will always be right there if and when I call. I love my family and I love my home. That is what home means to ME!