Home

Home, some people may think that a home is four wall, a roof, and a floor but that is a house. A home to me is my family, a place where I can be me. In a home, I can be comfortable and that is how I like my home because I am loved, cared for, and most importantly, I am myself around my family, so family is my home. I can take up their day, night, and time if I want to talk about something that happened at school or if I am not feeling well. I feel safe with my home, and I know nothing is going to happen when I'm with my home. When I hear the words, "Welcome Home", I know I am welcome and that is how I know a house is not a home, it is family. I used to think home as a place but now I know home has two arms, two beautiful eyes, and one beating heart. It is my family.