HOME

When you hear the word home you may think of a building. But it means much more. The word home means more than I can describe. I love the word home. When I have a tough day, I want to go home. Why? Because at home my parents and siblings help me feel loved, cared for, safe, they want me to be honest, they want me to be myself, to have fun, to have memories. Well, I could go on forever, but I will stop there. My home is like a cold popsicle on a hot day. When I am at home, I feel like a warm fire of love is pouring down on me. At home nobody cares if I mess up. Sometimes I feel like I should run away. But really there is no place like home.