What is Home to Me

When I think of home I think about family. My home is heaven. When I smell the delicious food my mother is making I think that I've always had food three or more times a day and I should be grateful for who I am! When I sit down to eat dinner my family does the same no matter where we are. We are always sitting together, as one. While eating, me and my family discuss what we did throughout the day and laugh. When I see my baby brother smiling at me I smile back and feel loved. In my home me and my family are one and sometimes when I am alone I still feel safe. When I see the homeless I give spare change, after I thank god that I got a roof over my head, food everyday, have a family and also feel loved. No matter how big or small and no matter how wealthy you are just remember that you are loved and forever will be