This is why I called my home....HOME

I call my home, HOME because. My home is like an infinite loop of love and hugging. Like when you walk down your hall and you are about to move away it's like a hall of memories (most of them are good some are bad). There was this house that I used to live in, then it burned down and all the memories were gone,so be happy that you have a home and be grateful for everything that you have and don't be sad at all. Soon as we moved into our new place, it felt like home instantly. We made it a home with what we had. I love the food that my family makes for us, especially corn beef. It is soooooo good. I can eat it all day till I get full. I'm trying to learn how to make some stuff with my family such as (kd and a lot of other stuff) that is why the meaning of home means a lot to everyone and to me. So, you NEED to be grateful for what you have. Like when I said my family will help me with anything that I need help with, they will help me with anything and it is really kind of them and when you want something to eat your mom or dad will cook it for you. That is why I call my home HOME for a good reason.