What is “Home?”

Home. You know, home is a funny word. Home means something different for all of us. Home can be a building, or a certain space, for me, home is with my Family. Home. It’s the sound of dog claws on wood floors, It’s the view of pictures taken long ago, mounted upon the walls. As I hear baby laughs, I feel something. Safety. Comfort. Home. Sometimes I feel alone. Like no one cares about me, Like I don’t exist. But that’s okay. I am allowed to feel what I feel. My parents help me. They understand. Through hard times, happy moments, home will always be there for you. Home should never be a feeling of hurt or pain. Home should be where you can be you. And Just Be.