My Beautiful Place Home

ome is not a place with four walls and a roof it is where I can be myself. I can be myself. I can be sad, happy, excited, and yes, I am never lonely because I am surrounded by love and joy. It is where family and friends. well, they all make me feel like home there is one that always at my house they also make feel like home …. My cat always keeps me comfortable in the morning he must sit beside me if I am there and if I am in bed he sits with me in bed and we play. That is what home means to me, and I get that each home is different, but they all follow the same idea, because a house can be left but a home can’t it is held in your heart. If you must leave home and you go to a house, you can make it home because a house is like a canvas, you decide the picture. But a home is a canvas that is colorful and sweet. If I am having a difficult day home is the place that makes me feel better. A house is empty; a home is not it is full of laughter and sometimes madness that is home is not always Happy there are other emotions. Religion can also feel like home the stories we share on a warm cozy chair and my family playing cards having fun sharing culture. Some cultures happening right now are Ramadan then after Ramadan is Eid in Ramadan, we have suhoor In the early morning then we fast till sun set then we have iftar we have traditional foods and a traditional show. And that is what home means to me and I love it!