What Home Means to Me

Ching ching “Can I have some money?” This is a sound of somebody who does not have a home. The reason I am thankful to have my home is so that I don’t end up like that and that is why I like home. Home is somewhere I am loved and somewhere I feel like I belong. I get food and water and I can share holidays and get memories. But home is not where I live it is wherever my family and I are. If I were on the streets, it would be my home if I was with my family. If I had to live in an apartment, it would be home if I were with my family. Even when I would not have a house I would have a home. Home is anywhere in the world if I am with my family. Home is my life if I don’t have a home, I would be nothing. That is why I want to be home so much so I can be with my family. When my cousins come it feels a little more like home. And if I had nothing but I was with my family it would be home. If I did not have a family I don’t know if I would have a home. My home is with my family. So, when I am with my family, I feel lucky.