Home is Different

One day I went to my mom and said, 'What is home and what does it mean to you?' She said, 'For me, home is a roof to live under and a cozy bed to sleep in!' So, I went to my sister and said, 'What is home to you?' and she said, 'Home is your people and to let all of your emotions out.' After, I thought about it I went to my dad and asked, 'What is home to you?' He said, 'Home is where you belong.' So, I thought and thought and thought to myself. Home is different to everyone.