What Home Means to Me

Home isn’t just a house, it is where you laugh and make memories. Home is where I make memories and laugh and love every day. I come home from school to a family that loves me. When we sit at the table to eat, we laugh and make jokes and love each other. It makes me sad to hear that people don’t have a loving home to live in; they can’t make loving memories in a home. It’s sad when I'm walking on the street and I see people living on the street. I just wish they had a home to sleep in and make memories. That’s what home means to me.