Home

I step into my beautiful and cozy home .I see my adorable and cute little sister coming toward me .Guess what ? I got a warm hug and a sweet invitation to play with her. Then our parents join us. I have a good time playing tag with them. My sister runs with a cute little smile on her face. I enjoy the moment of us spending time together with smiling faces. The laughter fills the room. It makes my day and cherishes my heart with love. At last, it doesn’t matter where we live, how big or small our houses are. What matters is to be appreciated and loved by our parents. There is not a single corner of my house at which I don’t have a single memory. Home is not a building, it is an emotion.