Home is where the heart is, but I left it in my pocket. My home is where the family stays together, with my best friends down the street. It’s a place where no one is ill and all worries are left out the door. We’d have all the money needed and never stress about the bills. Home is where I wanna be, but never been before. Home is big and beautiful; no bugs, or mold, or dust. Mom will have her garden and dad will have his Pit(bull). My home will be a happy place along with every one inside. It will be indestructible, no matter how many flames inside and out. “Home” is a very distant dream that I wish would last so much longer. It’s a fantasy plucked from the mind by the fingers of reality...