The Meaning of Home

My home is a warm fresh plate of spaghetti. My home is a weaved bracelet. My home is a steaming cup of hot chocolate. My home is a warm fresh plate of spaghetti. Each noodle is a person in my family. The hot delicious meat sauce on top is the roof over my head. It is warm and I always come home to it after a long journey far from home. When I have warm spaghetti, it fills my heart with joy. My home is a weaved bracelet. All the strings bind together making it as strong as a pine tree. My family members are the strings weaved together, we are as strong as a pine tree. Once you tie a bracelet it makes a circle. The circle is my family’s love, it never ends. My home is a steaming cup of hot chocolate. It smells amazing and makes people feel comfortable. My home smells magical and is filled with joy. It makes my family and I feel comfy, warm and cozy, truly like a steaming cup of hot chocolate. My home is where I find everyone I love. They fill my heart with joy like spaghetti. They love me and I love them back like a bracelet. I am happy, warm and comfortable near them like a cup of hot chocolate.