Home Is My Family

Home is where I live and where my family lives. We cherish our moments together before they're gone. It doesn’t mean that their happy moments, they can also be sad. Like the time when I found out that my family and I were moving. I probably cried for a couple days but little did I know that I would meet new amazing people. Where I live now is my new home. And it’s just as good. Where you live can change from time to time. But that doesn’t mean it’s not your home. In my home I feel warm and safe. When I mean safe. I mean that I can be myself without someone having to say something about it. It's where I don’t need to worry about what's outside because I know that my parents will do anything to protect me. Home is where sibling fights turn into grudges and then happiness. Home is where I can eat my moms delicious food and hear my dads lectures about math. It's where I hear my brothers rage over games that don’t even matter. Lastly, my home is where I belong.