Where I belong.

The meaning of home to me is a place where I can do anything. Home is a place where yummy food is waiting for me when I get back from school. It's also a place where I feel safe! so safe that I can fly. Every picture that my mom takes on vacation and I get mad at her for taking so many pictures and she always like its memories, ok you will look at it when I die and cry and say that were the good times. She said it so many times I know the line from heart. Sometimes she ends up putting one in our picture album and she shows some people when they come over. Home is a place where my parents come home at 2-3am from our family restaurant. Home is a place where my friends are because my home can not be complete without them. It also can’t be complete without dance. I have been doing dance for a long time now and I couldn’t be at home without it. Yes! I do hate going but I have a lot of friends there so I’m not alone. Home is where I wake up every morning to go to school and a place when I get happy when there is no school. I have a lot of homes where I belong and I’m happy to be.