Home Is Where The Heart Is

Home is a place where you can feel safe and comfortable. It's not all about the feeling of love that you get from the people there. I wake up to the smell of cologne in my room. I go to say good morning to everyone in the house, then eat some tasty food my mom makes. While I'm eating, I feel comfortable, safe, and happy in the house I live in. When I wake up in the morning, I hear my sister screaming at the top of her lungs or the TV playing either CoComelon or SpongeBob for my little sister. At night, my brother and I make tasty noodles filled with flavour, then my sister comes and has to take from me, and as the older brother is giving her, I hear the cutest laugh from her. When I'm walking around the house, I admire the stuff I see, like the couch, TV, beds, chairs, tables, and other stuff, so you have to be grateful for the stuff you have. Some people around the world don’t even have the stuff you have. Those are some reasons of what I think about home.