What home means to me!

When I think of home I think of a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter day. My home is something I can rely on every day. In the morning when I wake up I love seeing the brite sunshine shining through my window. I love having friends and family over at my house and chatting ,laughing,watching movies,and playing games. A home is different than a house, a home is how you want it to be. My house is a home because every one in my family makes My home special in its own way. I'm grateful to live under a roof every day. I love to be at home Because it’s a warm welcoming safe place I can express how I feel safely.I have lots of memories with my family that are in my home. To me home is a rainbow of memories and great times. At home I can be myself and that's what home means to me.