Home to Me

My home means more to me than just a cube of bricks and cement. Home means a loving family, someone you can trust, loving memories you can keep, and emotions you can feel.That was my home until I moved from Milton. I left all my friends behind and some of those emotions too and when I made new friends it started to come back little by little. Now I'm still looking for one more thing. And that thing is time I need time because my mom and dad are always working sometimes till 10 pm. On the weekends I will go to my dads but that’s still not long enough I need to see my family more. Therefore, home to me is TIME spent with my family. I would love to slow down time on the weekends and see my family more.