Its sad how it took me until now to realize how important my family is to me. To have a mother who will listen to everything that’s on my mind and what bothering me. Who tells me that everything will be okay and that things will all some how workout. Who’s hugs makes all the worries and frustrations disappear. To have a father who worries about me commuting back and fourth to school. Never once forgot to tell me to “drive safely” or “to be safe”. Who will workout with me whenever I need someone to workout with. To have sister, although we don’t always get along, I still care about her. The times we do get along and laugh and joke around, means a lot to me. Both of my parents for being so nice, in letting me go out with friends and come home late. For them to set up a bed for my friends when they want to stay over. How kindly they greet them when they walk through the door. Both of my parents are amazing and I love them so much. I know I don’t tell them enough, but I appreciate everything they do for me. I want to work hard, to be a son that they can be proud of. To become as successful as I can be. I am thankful for having a roof over my head, food on the table, being able to attend school and having a place called home. I realize that no matter what happens in this crazy life, my family will always be there for me. That there is always a place called home.