~Home is where my heart is~

Home, somewhere I can go and just be me, my home is not about fancy clothes or fancy furniture, it's about the little things, like going home to see my baby sister or seeing my parents laughing at jokes I don't understand. Hearing things in my house that I don't mind but people don't understand, makes me feel safe. I hear my sister crying, which I don't mind, and I hear my favourite show playing in the background, I hear my nonna singing while cooking in the kitchen and my nonno asking when dinner will be ready. I love coming home smelling my papas freshly made soup and my moms pasta, Being around my sister and taking care of her is a blessing, Even if you have chores or have to do something you don't enjoy doing useCoComelonr me but now i realize who cares if i have to do chores at least I have a home, and family who loves me. I feel safe when I hear my mom saying i love you and my dad saying, i hear my step mom saying see you tomorrow. My home is filled with lots of great loving memories. I feel loved and safe, and I feel like I have somewhere where I can be myself. Feeling my nana and papas' hugs and kisses is the best feeling. I smell my dogs and my childhood, I smell my step mom's cooking as well, I smell my favorite candles burning. I love when I laugh at my mom or my dads jokes or even embarrassing memories. Honestly, if i had an award for best family ever I would give it to my family. I mean I'm not saying other families are bad or not good, everyone's got a good home, I'm just saying it's because they're my family. I taste freshly baked bread that my mom just baked, I taste my nonna's chicken parmesan, and my stepmom's freshly made cookies. I am extremely grateful to have a very loving family.