What my home means to me

What my home means to me My home is more than just four walls, it holds memories of joy, kindness, happiness and caring. Nobody's nobody in my home, everybody is everything at my home. Inside my home the art room is filled with laughter and warm smiles.Painting memories everyday. Everybody matters in my home. However some people’s homes may have screaming, fighting, and people not feeling loved or cared for. I think that everyone deserves to have a home with kindness or happiness and with people they can call their own family. Sometimes people’s homes can also look like coldness from being outdoors or sadness. Homes aren't just about furniture. Homes are about the people inside of it. The word home means you also belong somewhere, but everybody belongs somewhere. If my walls could talk, the stories they would tell! Like my grandpa and grandma coming over to our house and just caring so much about me and my family. Or us going to leave the house to go see them 9 hours away and their faces lighting up with so much joy and excitement as I ran up to him and hugged him so tight while he told me how much he loved me. My 2nd home was practically my grandpa's and grandma's house. My third home is my classroom, feeling always so loved and welcomed by my teachers and friends. At my home I also call my pets family. A home could be torn apart but as long as there's compassion and caring it's still a home. Overall my home means happiness, joy, compassion and, most of all, people I can call family.