This is What Home Means to Me?

Home is not a building nor just a place you stay in and then leave without any regrets. To me home is a place where I am able to feel like myself even through my highs and lows . Home is where my heart is and where my culture lives in. Spending time with my brothers I for like ten million years the feeling of never being left out is nonexistent. Making all kinds of bizarre noises, our parents clench their fist ready to come upstairs ready to come with steam popping especially when there is a guest. Everyday the sweet smell of rice and chicken fills the house with warm hearts and smirks like a mystic potion from Harry Potter. My heart cherishes all the times I played soccer with my brother and dad during the pitch-dark nightfall. Home is where my heart is with a cozy blanket at a fireplace that just lit upkeeping not just mine ,but also my family heart warm.I always had problems with not trying to make fun of me outside especially in public spaces , however home feels different almost magical I have the ability to be myself without any kind of limits and be freely.During the splendid summer with the birds chirping and grasshopper doing jumping all around the place me and my siblings play in our lushes backyard spending the small moments making up this home. As a kid I would constantly roll over in the living room playing with the toys One of the most important moments I have is where my dad, mom, younger and older brother sit at one big table where we all can connect with each other. Sometimes the smallest moments can make up. In my opinion I think that is true.Neverless home is not just a building it is something that will keep with you for the rest of your life.