Home

Home. It’s where my bed is. Where I sleep. Where my family is. A home could be in the biggest mansion, or in a smallest shed. But it has to be where my family is and where those who I love are. And you can love someone who’s not related to you. A home is where you feel loved. Connected. Happy. A place where I can just be myself. I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. Just me. I love my home, and everyone deserves to have a home.