What Home Means to Me

To me, home is my friends and family. Home is where my mom and dad an siblings go. I love to go to school, I will look back when my grandmother was alive and remember all the moments we spent with each other, before she died in a house fire. But, when I think of her, it’s like we are both home again. Home is where your heart truly is, maybe with family or friends and even siblings! I believe my home is my parents and grandparents. My grandparents have cancer but that’s besides the point. I love donating to churches and other places when I can, to try to help others maybe have a better home. Because, even though when my mom and I think of my late grandmother we cry, we have each other and I wish everyone had someone else for them as well. I wish I could stop being a bully to this guy. I have been friends with him for six years now and he’s a loyal friend, so I need to make him feel more like he’s home when he’s with me. I like to spend time with family a lot, even though my parents rarely do hang out with us kids, it’s okay, though. I love talking with my classmates, so I’m at home when I do this, whenever and wherever that may be. Home is like your childhood, your family or your friends or your classmates. Maybe teachers? Home really is a place where you can be you.