What My Home Means To Me

My home is where happiness grows, where memories are made from above to below. When I wake up in the soothing light, I feel strong and ready to fight. In my home, everyone smiles, and that is not going away—at least for a while. My home never leaves me alone; it is always with me through the highs and lows. In my home, we never behave; we always fight, but we are happy at the end of the day. At home, we are carefree because everyone there cares about me. In the garage, the cars go vroom; they are sheltered by my house, just like I am, too. In my home, everyone is welcome; we feel safe because we know no dangers will come. Home is a sanctuary where memories thrive, and those memories will be saved for a long time. Home is my happy place, a place where I thrive.