Home is with me, all the time

This is what home means to me: Home is where I am. Home is family time. Home is in my heart. Every time when I enter my house it felt like the house was hugging me. Home makes me feel warm and thrilled. Home is where I love, not in Canada or India, it doesn’t matter where I am, what matters is that I’m home. The living room. Here me and my family watch movies, play games, not often though, having parties, family time, homework, tell jokes sometimes and most important making memories. Also birthday parties. In the kitchen, I smelled the delicious food, learning how to cook my tradings food. It not only about food, it’s also about when we talk and sometimes tell stories. Learning how to cook is so fun, especially cooking for my entire family excluding my dad, he needs it perfect. My bedroom. Here I play, sleep, clean, make forts, read, make Lego sets, decorate my room, practice stuff, tell myself stories, study and draw. In the Mandir I pray to god, put him to sleep, sometimes wake him up, dress him, and said “please forgive me for my mistake” for any mistake. The backyard. Here me, my brother and cousins play, in summer we played with the water guns, hide, and seek, tag and we like to have fun. Home is perfect to me. Home is part of family. Home is more than a place. Home will and is always with me. It’s not the walls, roof and floors that make a home, it’s the people inside the home. Home means family to me. I need home.