When I think of Home

When I think of home, I think of my Bubba. Cause my home is a safe happy place. After a long day of school or a long tiring softball practice,all I want to do is go home and relax. My home is my happy place, and why I mentioned my Bubba is because whenever I see my Bubba I feel happy and safe. And he would always make me happy when I was sad. I loved it when he would text me and we would talk about my softball all day long. He was my biggest cheerleader in anything I did. But he would always make sure that he texted me after my softball games, and asked how it whent. Even though he watched the whole game on game changer.Thoughs little things made so very happy. He did it just to make sure that i had fun. He was truly the nicest funniest person ever, we would always find a way to make me laugh even if a had a bad day. And writing this today it makes me think a lot about my home cause my bubba made me so happy and feel safe and opened that he acpaapted me for who i am and that i did not have to pretend who I was or what i like. And homes are all that. And if i was going to my bubbas apartment i would say i cant want to go to bubbas home. and I called it home cause he was there and if he is in my home or his home it