My home

A home to me means happiness. A home is not just place where you live, but a place where you feel safe and loved. to me a home is with my mom, older sister and older brother. Home is where I lay in my room talking to my dad on the phone. He is so funny because he makes the best jokes. Home is where good memories are, and where you’re meant to feel happy. Home is where my sibling may be a little mean sometimes, but I always know that they love me no matter what. Home for me is where my mom listens to my stories from when I get home from school without interrupting. Home is where my childhood is, all the good memories when I laughed so much I could not breath. And all the bad memories when I cried, and through it all my family was there. Home also means friendships. Friends you've had for a long time, a best friend, a person who you can tell them anything without being judged, a person you can trust, a person you could trust with your life, and I am so lucky and grateful to have someone like that. That is what home is like for me.