The meaning of home to me

By Rayna Phull Home is not just a place where I live, where I eat, and where I sleep and play, It’s where memories live. My mom moved countless times, trying to find the perfect home. But they always had something my parents did not like. Then one day they found the perfect house. It holds good memories, and bad ones too. My old dog died in our home. But we also got a new dog in this home. My dad always makes me laugh, while my mom always takes me to fun restaurants and makes me hot chocolate. My brother always has fun and creative ideas that make the day super fun! My dog has fluffy fur that’s like a cloud. He is warm, like a magical fire that burns with love. It makes me feel safer knowing that he is always there for me. He has ferocious teeth and a soft heart. He loves it when I give him belly rubs like my hands are a magic blanket that makes him happy. His paw pads are squishy, and I love that. I am nothing like the rest of my family. They are all unique and special. So what am I? I am an artist, optimist, singer, anime lover, dancer, and much more. I love to make up stories and dance. I have learned that home is not just a house, it is where memories are made, when I find myself and where me and my family know we belong. The end.