What Home Means to Me

I think home is a loving place, and it makes me feel welcome. I like that I have a roof over my head and that I can have a home-cooked meal. It means a lot to me because it keeps my memories. My mom and dad split up, but that’s okay. I have no fears, and if I do, my mom cares for me, and I care for her too. She gets mad at me sometimes, but it’s okay. We all get frustrated sometimes. She lets me play rec hockey, and that is what makes me happy.