Home

Home is neat, home is clean. Home is messy, home is dirty. How it looks inside doesn't matter, but the people inside are the better. A home is a home, because of who's in it, your mama or dada, your grandma or grandpa. Home is a place you know, a place you can go. It's a place you have space, it's a place you feel safe. Home is the sound of my siblings fighting, home is the smell of my mom making dinner. Home is where I am me. Home is the feeling of love and joy. Home is the sound of me begging my mom for things. You see, home isn't just four walls and a roof, it's the people you're with, the people you love, or maybe a special object or maybe some traditional food. It's not about the big and rich house, but the people inside that count. By: Leah