The True Meaning of Home

The love that gives me joy is when I'm with my loved ones. When I'm with them I always feel safer and more comfortable when I'm around them. When I have a problem they are there to help me. Especially when I come back to my cozy warm bed. When I think about home I think about laughter and joy. It gives me that delicious smell of food! Mmmmm so good. Home is something that keeps me in place when I'm sick. Home keeps me comfy and warm. No matter what. Home is the place that just brings me in place. It's my truly my happy place. Maybe not when my brother asks me a task when I'm finally cozy in my bed but besides that, it's my place that I truly love. I have some fun when I get to spend time with my family on breaks. When I'm bored I can always just colour or craft and paint because it just keeps me in my quiet place. Like when we have dinner and my dad makes jokes that I sometimes don’t understand, it still makes me laugh. Other than that home is everything to me it's just the place that makes me truly loved.