Home

Home to me is a person, and I always feel at home with her. Whenever, wherever, she always has a safe spot in my heart. She is my best friend; she is my home and always will be. Once I see her, I warm up. Isn’t it an amazing feeling to feel once you see your best friend, right? I love when that feeling is right around the corner. She is healing me every day and always has my back and cheers me up. She gave me my smile back and that means the world to me. Sometimes she helps me overcome scary fears, encouraging me to do presentations, projects, and anything else that worries me. She matches the same energy as me and makes me so positive. It is amazing to have someone rely on when you really need it. When I talk to her, she is focused on just me, everything else is pushed aside, she is just listening to me, nothing else. She loves me in a best friend kind of way, and she is like a bordering wall and protects me. She makes me laugh till my stomach hurts, in a good way. She is like family to me, like a second family, and just the two of us. Home to me is a person, not a roof over my head but home is in my heart. It is surrounded by love made by my family, my school, my favorite things, but there is a special, no trespassing property of my best friend’s place in my heart. That will never change because she lives their rent - free and gets all the support she needs. Home to me is my Best Friend.