What Home Means to me...

If you ask someone what home means to you, they will likely say: My couch, my bed, my closet, my clothes, my kitchen. They are all great answers but to me, home is something else. I’m going to talk about what home means to me, not other people. What makes my home a home is family. Or I better say my loved ones. My mom who cares about me and will do anything for me. My dad is always there when I need him. My aunts who always make me happy with their amazing presents. My uncles who always make me laugh even at hard times. My grandparents who mean the world to me. My cousins are like sisters to me and always give me good advice. My dog is always there and his joyful barks make me smile. My cat that lays on my lap in the afternoons and makes my day. This was about my perfect family and how they turned my normal house into the best place ever. I’m so glad that I have a home full of love, trust, safety and care. I love my family and my pets. But most of all, I love my home.