Home to Me

My home… I thought the meaning of home was a big brick house but to me it's not that. It's the people in it. It's not the bed, the kitchen. None of those, it's all the people in it. The dog, the humans, everything. I could be on an island all alone and it would be a bad time of my life and maybe I will be there forever but if I was with my family it would be a whole lot better. Maybe I could get out with my family. When I'm down, my parents keep me up. I know this is short but my mind is not the love in my mind i can not explain so this is short love is not love can to the moon and beyond.