My Beautiful Home

My home is a place of grace and beautiful space. My parents spend every day trying to earn money for this place. Their hard work pays off , with a smile and sometimes a day off. They bought my house to make it a home. A home for us to glow. I will thank them every day for this family and fancy place. My home is filled with love, joy, fun and traditions. I play everyday with my lovely little siblings who are filled with hope. We welcome all to come into these walls and have fun with us. My home is a place with a family. A family that has its own happy story. It starts with my mom meeting my dad and together they built a brand new home . They made me, my sisters and they invited my lovely grandma in to spin. We share with care and our loved hearts. My home is a place where I can be myself with my identity. I laugh, stash, play and express my feelings whether I am mad, sad, happy or goofy. I run with my silky brown hair tilting on my shoulder. I feel carefree and I am ENOUGH. When it comes to my house, I can explain it with my mouth. My house is a beige brick detached house with different coloured floorings. My room is small with a shelf so tall. I stack all my favourite books and memories, so when I move away, I can carry those memories with me. My house has become my home and it will forever be my place to stay. My home is filled with tradition, culture and religion. Every day, I practice my prayers, I practice what it means to be a muslim and how it fullfills my heart and home. Before I go to bed, my prayers I must not forget to say. It helps me to grow, flow and keeps all bad spirits away. My mom comes in to tuck me in and reads me a traditional family story. This is my story that I must never forget.