Home for Me

For me, home is love, it means my family is behind me no matter what. Home is where laughter and happiness begins, where old traditions continue, and new ones start. A home is different from a house, a house is a shelter to live in, but a home is a place of joy, a place of caring, and a place where you can be yourself and no one will judge you. Home for me is being alone then smelling hot rice and other foods then, having dinner with my family, and having fun conversations the whole way through. Home is celebrating every little win, like an “A” on a test with a bit of ice cream. My home is far from perfect, we have arguments all the time, but in the end we persevere. However, that's just how my home is. A home is like a butterfly, it comes in different sizes and colors, but all are beautiful.