Home

Home is where family lies. Home is where I learned to ride a bike. Home is where I can strive. Home is where I feel alive. Home is where I remember the sadness but still look forward to another day ahead. It is where my mom comforts me with her voice, and my dad knows what to do. It’s my sister who is up for anything and everything. And my dog, Sebastian, who plays like there's no tomorrow, and comforts me like he does. Family is family, no matter where you are, no matter who you're with or if you're a shooting star. Everyone around makes me feel safe. When I'm around them I don’t have a worry in the world even if there's a thunderstorm. When I learned to ride my bike, even if I skinned a knee, they were there around me. Home is my happy place. No matter if I’m sad or mad, home will be there for me. No matter how I feel or where I am, home is my happy place. It has home cooked meals and sicknesses that spread like wild fires. Yes, that sucks, but my family is there to look after me. It doesn’t matter what I did. They are there for me. The size of the house does not matter. If your house is small, medium, or big. It's about the love inside and who's in it with you. It doesn’t matter if you have a mom or dad, or a nan or pop, aunt or uncle. They will be there. I remember in my old house in Mississippi, my mom and sister were making homemade pizzas while me and my dad were eating raisins off of the floor! That memory stuck with me, and that is home to me.