What Home Means to Me

For me, home is where I go to sleep. Home is where I read, get ready for drama, school, and other things. At home, I study. Home is where your dreams come true. I love home most of all because of the people in it; my sister, my mom, and my dad. We meet up with cousins at my dad’s old home, where he lived with his parents, every Sunday. I hope that someday everyone will have a place to call home. In some alternate universe, everyone has a home. I hope everyone someday has a home to make wonderful memories with their family, to tell old stories, to play, to talk, and to study. Home is a place I love, and I hope you will too.