The word “Home is defined as the place where one lives, permanently as a member of a
family or household. For me, home is spending time with my older brother. Unfortunately he
was sentenced to life in prison and I won’t have the privilege to spend time with him as we did.
For most of us home doesn't have to be in a house that we live in. It doesn't have to be where we
are from. In my opinion, the short story, “Homeless” it informs us that home is something or
someone of value. Home is where our hearts lie.
My brother are I spent the majority of our time together because he raised me. My father
was killed when I was young so he became my guardian. Growing up when we made enough
money he would take me on trips. Theses trips …show more content…
Him raising me led to a great deal of us bonding together.
Spending time with my brother reminds me of home because we were the only sense of
family that we had. Being that we were our closest relatives we supplied one another with care
and protect. This is another aspect to why spending time with him gives me a the feeling of
home. To me this is what home is. When I was him I was my most happiest. It is why essential to
why I made every second count.
When i lived with my brother spent most if not all my time with him. Most of this was
due to the fact that he was raising me. Another reason as to why we spent so much time together
was because as I got older we were able to relate more. This led to me having the desire to want
to do the thing he did. At the time it was easy to say we came in a pair. He made sure to always
be there. He did this because he didn’t want me to come up feeling like no one loved me.
Through him taking on this responsibility he made it his mission to instill different values within
me. Through all this my adventure with him is what I hold close to me.
Everyone has there own version of home. It can range from the good memories to