What Home Means to Me

When I step into my house, I feel something different. I feel all my memories coming back from when I was a kid. When I was little, every time I went up the stairs I thought about how many times I went up and came back down. But now I think about how fast I grew, just like the stairs are going higher. At dinner I think about how many more times I have left to eat dinner with my family. At night I dream about my future not living in the same house and being away from my family. Now every time I get the chance to be with them I take it. Knowing that I can’t live with my family forever. Then I realized that no matter where I am, if I am in an island or a jungle or a forest , if I am with my family, it all doesn't matter.