My Home

I love my home. I love the family move nights. The family walks and the delicious tacos my dad makes. I love that one creaky board that no matter how I step on it, It will creak forever. The walls that echo with laughter and all the story books that have been read. And the soft blanket that I lay on. The bark of my dog when she wants outside. Home is not just a word or a sound that you make with your mouth. But it is yours. It is your safe place and somewhere that will always listen. I think everyone deserves a home.