My Place: Home

My home is my place. I like to have a place to call home. But some people don’t. Some people are living outside with little or no things. And that needs to change. They deserve more. To me home means not just a roof and the walls but a floor and doors too. Home means loving my family and them loving me back. It means watching movies with sweet treats and crunchy salty popcorn. Playing games we made up or bought. Eating meals and having dessert. When me and my brother continue to watch TV after school or in the morning even when our parents tell us to stop. Curling up in my cozy warm bed at night and dreaming until my body gives in to sleep. To me my home is love. A place I am cared for. To me home is memories. Emily S.