Meaning of Home

Home. Home is made up of memories from the past. Bad and good memories, lots of bad and lots of good. Those memories have defined the person I am today and affected me and my family. Home had lots of screaming and fighting, it was far from perfect and still is. But no homes are perfect, if all homes were perfect nobody would be silly, or happy; they would just be plain and boring! Home is not just memories, it's also the people inside home. Some people made home scary and angry. But now those people are gone and there's no need to worry. Although sometimes I miss the old home even though it wasn't good. There have been lots of changes in home, its healing from its cuts and damages. The holes in the wall are now patched and healed, now it's time for the holes in my mother and me to be patched and healed! There have been many tears wept in home, many scratches and cuts treated, lots of hugs and kisses, and multiple fights. But if you listen closely you can hear the laughter and enjoyment of home. Home and the people in it are very dear to me! I hope home will continue to grow and thrive, I don't wish for any bad memories to disappear because I wouldn't be me without them. And that is what home means to ME.