My Home

Home is so wonderful to me, but wait I did not tell you what home means to me. Home means sharing memories and spending time with my beloved family. When I share memories with my house I remember where I made my best friends and where I used to play with them. I am nostalgic as when I came to my new house. I thought it would never be the same, but really it was the same. It had everything for me and my family. Once I grew older, I shared all my memories with my family when i moved in this house. This house is the most precious thing to me. When I leave this house to go to a hotel, I feel sleepless without my bed as it is as comfy as a pillow. My home is where I also spend time with my family. My home gives me back my memories when I had my birthdays, movie time, and sharing stories about old times. I really wish I could go back to my old times. I think about the people sleeping on the road with no family, no home, and no love care. As you see home is so much for me and you, so thank for who gave you this all.