What Home Means to Me

Home is a safe place where I can do silly things without people making fun of me or judging me. It feels like cuddles from my dogs. When I step inside, I notice the smell of my moms perfume. I belong when my brother gives me food. The small things that matter are my bed, my fridge, and couch. Without home I wouldn’t have a place to sleep, eat, or spend time with family. Home is made of love, care, trust, and silliness