Home Safe Home

Home is where I look forward to going after school. It is where I feel safe and loved. Home is my north. It is a safe place to talk and drink tea. Home is where I play video games with my sisters. It is also where I get into pointless fights with my obnoxious siblings. It is where I watch a movie and have homemade pizza on Fridays. Home is where I talk with my family at the dinner table. Where we make witty jokes to make each other laugh. Where I do chores to help my parents out. It is where I wait by the door anxiously, waiting for my friend to knock. Where I play board games and write stories. Home is where I make art projects and read books. Where my sisters and I point out mistakes in the Harry Potter movies because we have read the books too many times. Where I make up silly nicknames for characters in The Lord of The Rings. Home is where I come home and there is a delicious aroma from my Mom’s baking. Home is where I can go if I need a hug. Home, where I have grown up and explored. Where I have played in the backyard with crazy, ridiculous games that I have made up over the years. When I hear the word home, all my sadness melts away. Where I bake, play and have grown up in. The neighborhood that I have explored. Home is safe. Home is beautiful. Most of all, home is family. Family is what helps me. Family is what I am. When I am with them, I am home.