Memories of home

Every time I stand in my home a new memory is made. My favorite memories are when I’m at the dinner table with love, which all homes have. I would hate to see people without it. Memories of home are happieness, respect, and love. I could not imagine having no memories of home. A memory of home is a piece of your heart, and no one should not have a piece of their heart. I had to move, but the first day I was there a new happy memory came into my heart. Making memories at home can be with anyone; we all need these memories of home.