What I call home.

Oh home. A place where I can see my family everyday, and see their beautiful smiling faces. The cozy beds, where I can sleep every single day on, and wake up to a fresh morning and start. My adorable toy cat that I sleep with everyday, that always comforts me when I am sad, or down. She will always be by my side no matter what. The awesome smells of the scents in our home, and the amazing smells of my moms cooking that I can eat with joy. Our incredible celebrations that we will always do every year, like our awesome birthdays, halloween, and importantly Eid. The awesome memories of when we would play hide and seek, jump on the beds, race in the hallways and coming back, and pillow fighting each other. I would always be the one to get out first, and be the one to finish the races first. Home is where I am being loved by people, and where I act the worst. I also feel like the coolest person ever, alongside my sister. Most importantly, home is where I live, and nothing will ever be just as fascinating as home.