Home is my Heart

Home is a feeling that I carry with me everywhere I go. It is not just a house made of bricks; it is where my family lives and where I feel safe and loved. At home, I laugh, learn, and grow. My home is special because it is full of care, kindness, and happy memories. It isn’t just the walls around me, it’s a feeling I carry inside my heart. Even when I travel, a small piece of home always comes with me. When I am at home, I can experience it with all my senses. I feel my two cats’ soft, warm fur when they purr like little motors next to me, and I feel so comfortable in my cozy bed. My bed looks like a giant fluffy cloud made out of my favorite white blankets. Home sounds like my favorite TV show after a long day, but I also hear the sound of my brother yelling while he plays with his toys. It smells like my sister’s Sephora and my mom’s delicious dinner. Best of all, home tastes like my mom’s homemade cookies fresh out of the oven. Some of my favorite memories happen when my family and I have a big movie night. Every month, we gather to watch WWE while we eat chips and popcorn and just chill. My cats cuddle up beside me while we laugh and giggle and have fun together. Home looks like a peaceful game night where everyone is happy. No matter where I go in the world, home is the place where my heart truly belongs.