What Home Means to Me

To me a home isn’t just a house, a shelter or a building that you live in. A home is a community. A home is where you feel safe. A home is where you feel loved. When I think of the word home, I think of being with my family, being with my friends and all the memories I have had with them. All together, a home, my home, is the amazing journey of my life. My friends are some of the people I love the most. With them is where I will always want to go. Even when they sometimes make me sad, mad or do something bad they are amazing people and I never like being apart. When I see the word home, I think of my friends. My family is the best. They aren't like the rest. When it's cold they keep me hot and they take care of me a lot. I love you, you love me and that's all that really matters. When anything is ever wrong, even if it may take long, they will always make me happy again, because we are family, and that's what a family is for. When I see the word home I think of my family. The best memories I have in my brain are the ones with my family and friends. Without them I really wouldn't be the same. They are nice and kind to be around, with them I really feel safe and sound. In the night, and in the day, my family and friends will always be. When I see the word home I think of the people that keep me safe. I think of the people that love me.