Home

What does home mean to me? It means a place with loving caring family members that make you feel safe and comfy. Home is where memories are made like when I played Stardew Valley the board game with my dad. As I sit here, I ponder about the magnificent memories with my comforting buns that build the sandwich around me. When I feel sad, I think about my mother that always makes cookies for me when I feel upset or when I’m hurt. I feel cherished when I bolt into my colossal bed and sleep with my lavender bunny stuffy. When I’m tuckered out, I chuck fluffy pillows in a pile and throw myself into them, but I just lay down because I’m tired. I adore my outstanding room with all my colorful books and infinitesimal game boy. When I sit down at the dinner table, I imagine all these greasy delectable chicken strips and crunchy dark brown Biscoff cookies. My home is where I have my friends over and we play exciting basketball but one time I knocked my coke glass down and I got into a lot of trouble. It’s ok, it means they care. One time my dad threw me in the air, it was exhilarating. Those memories are important. My favorite part of my home is my family that cares for me and my colossal bed that is basically as big as the one, the only, GODZILLA. I love my home super trooper much. I love my house and I’m super grateful for it. That is what I love about my cozy house, the end.