My Home is My Home

My home is my home where everyone feels bright, but house is just somewhere where there are dull lights. My home is my home because it’s where I am loved, where nobody can hurt me, kick me, or shove. My home is my home because my mom had once said, “your home is right here, where you can be fed.” My home is my home where I won’t be sad. Time to be silly, no time to be mad. My home is my home where love never runs out, and when I’m in it, there’s no reason to pout. My home is my home and my family is my tool. And everyone deserves to have that too.