What Does My Home Mean To Me?

Have you ever deliberated about what it would ever be like not to have a home? Have you ever speculated what it would be like to not have a family? Unquestionably I have, to me a home is a place where there is both happiness and sadness. My home is where I am safely protected with my family, where memories are held in love, and my house is where my blood is kept. Safely Protected: My house is someplace where I am not only protected but I'm safely protected. I’m safely protected beneath my summit and enclosed by my heritage with worship and glory. Feeling safely protected makes me feel loved and cared about by my mother, father, and a lovely brother. This is how I have antecedence of how my home is where I’m safely sheltered. Memories in Love: My habitat is made of memories, actually I am made of numerous stunning and grim memories. Not all masses capture their pleasant and unpleasant memories in photos instead, they catch them in their hearts where everyone can remember them. Where my blood is kept: my home is where my blood is kept, if I’m not with my family I'm not with my life. Most people know that 50% of your mom's DNA and 50% of your dad's DNA goes into your body, so if you don’t have a home, you don’t have a family, how will you live? In summary, I would like to say that you shall always thank God that you have a family and love them with your life. Always love your family and thank them for allowing you to enter this wonderful world.