Home

Home is where I can be myself or laugh with confidence. My living room holds memories like on New Years Eve where all my neighbours came and we played fun games or how me and my parents laughed at a movie or got a jump scare. My home feels like I can talk to it and it wont judge or laugh. It makes me feel like I can express my emotions however I feel. My kitchen also gives me a laughing memory from where me and my mom were baking or I had to get my mom to make something fast for the next day so I could bring a yummy snack to share with the class. When we're having dinner I feel the warmth from it come up onto my chest and I remember how grateful I should be to have delicious meals everyday that can even get heated up. My room is where I can dance in the mirror, do a crazy full face of makeup or just chill in bed. My parents make my home, home. My mom will comfort me if I had a bad day at school or my dad and I will laugh it off. My parents keep my home together. I can sing in the shower or rollerblade in the garage. I can dance to the speaker or eat my fav food from the pantry. I can sleep in and my cat comes in and wakes me up. The birds chirp on the bird feeder outside my window. It's like my home welcomes me and when I think about it I'm really grateful for all the hard work my family does for us and I don't think I could ever live without my loving home and parents.