My Perfectly Imperfect Home

Home to me is where you learn to ride your bike or wherever you feel safe without even trying. Home to me is like ice cream, perfectly imperfect. The swirls of vanilla are not perfect and neither are the swirls of chocolate, there might be more chocolate than vanilla but in the end they bring each other together. Home to me is where you make memories with your family and friends or where you can sleep safe at night with no nightmares. Home to me is not a mansion nor a castle but a place where I can laugh a little and most of all my family is the perfect in my perfectly imperfect home. Home may have its imperfections but I guess that's just what makes it perfect for me. By: Piper