Home

Home is where I feel safe. Home is a place where there is no judgment from anyone. It’s not just a building; it’s a place — a place that’s filled with memories and love. Home is a place where you can smell the lovely scent of fresh pancakes and perfectly cooked bacon. All of the magnets on the fridge remind me of when my sister and I would play with them when we got bored on summer days or when it was too cold to play outside. Home is where my family is. All the pictures on the wall are memories of my family. When I smell my dad’s cooking, I know that there will be delicious food for dinner. I especially love Christmas supper because we always have turkey with dressing and vegetables. On Friday nights, sometimes we make bread for the weekend, and it’s always really good. The bread smells so good, and it reminds me of my grandma’s house. It reminds me of her house because whenever I would go there, she would always make homemade bread with me and my sister. The bread was always the best — even better than the one I would make at home! I love being home with my family and friends. Home is my safe place.