What Home Means to Me

I thought I only had one home . I loved it but something was missing. It was only me, my mom, and my two cats. When I was eight my mom started dating. I was mad, angry, and hurt. I thought she didn't love me even though more people love me. I was mean and selfish but in me I think it was jealousy. I thought my stepsister was taking my mom away. My mom told me she still loves me. So I'm trying to be nicer. Now I notice that I have more people that love me and a second home. Home for me is where I can be chill, be happy, be safe, have memories, and enjoy myself . That is what home means to me.