What Really is Home?

The meaning of home can be many things , it can be a feeling, a memory, or an object that holds significance to you. For me, the object of significance is my stuffie, he is called Mr.Football Man. No, he isn't a football,if you’re wondering. He is something very important to me, in a way, he was my first friend ever. I got him when I was around 2 years old, along with my pink star blanket. I could ramble to him about stuff that happened that day, like if I saw a ladybug or I went to the playground. I could talk to him without feeling judged. The feeling can be a feeling with a person. My family has that feeling. My mom would do special stuff with me, like letting me stay up late with her while she did my nails, or when we would watch our favourite show together, late at night. My dad makes the best food, scrambled eggs or noodles, making it in his own unique way. When he made my grilled cheese, the cheese dripped as I took a bite of it. My brother’s laugh is the best thing to hear. when we play together, he can make up the silliest stories for the game, evil aliens or living microwaves, so silly. The memory can be a first time of something, someone you didn't see again, or it can even be a memory you just vividly remember for a special reason. I remember getting pushed in my stroller by my dad in my white shirt and my jean overalls. We stopped at a little bakery, and he bought me a blueberry muffin, the muffin was so delicious. I remember looking at my dad with the biggest smile in the world.