Me, Myself and My Home

My home. My home is where my heart is, where I belong, my home means the world to me because it never judges, it is always kind, and always listens to me. My home is my place of joy and where I find peace the most, the place where I am free to be me. My home is the most beautiful place to me. There are days when I feel unhappy or sad, my home is there to lift me up and turn my frown into a smile. My home is always there to wipe my tears, never letting go when I need a hug. You see, my home is not a building made of bricks and stones, yet my home is solid, built on warmth, laughter, and memories that will last me a lifetime. My home is a blessing, a gift from God, and the reason I am who I am today. Even though I am just 10 years old and still finding my place in this world, my family is always by my side, with me on my journey. My family is my home, the bedrock of my life and the best part of me! I am blessed to have such a family I can call my home. Me, Myself, and my Home sweet Home(my family).