What Home Means to Me

By Wesley Macdermid At home I can be myself. Home is like a shelf. It has a sturdy foundation and built by multiple people. At home I am loved. At home I am hugged. At home I am bugged, but we all love each other. My Mother, my father, my big sister, my littles sister. We are all held together by a bond bigger than earth. Being with family is worth more than anything. Even when they're being annoying and saying things. Home is a long song. It's nice and easy to flow along. At home things can go wrong, but you have people to help all day long.