A Home is Love

When I think of my home I think of my family, warm blankets homemade cookies, and love. When I think of home I think of our celebrations like Ramadan and Eid. Ramadan is when you have to fast and you eat at like 5 in the morning then you have to stop eating for the rest of the day until like 8 in the afternoon for the entire month of April. Eid is when you celebrate after fasting for an entire month and finally, you can eat! You also get money and it is on May 2. My home has a wonderful mom that can cook food like Kiby, ya brah, cusa from scratch! My home has an amazing brother that gives me everything he does not use anymore and if he buys something he does not like, he gives it to me. When I think of home I think of my sisters because they always share with me and if they don’t like something they will give it to me because they are so kind. When I think of home I think of my room because it is filled with memories and I have a bed that makes me feel so comfy. When I think of home I think of my clothes because my mom buys them for me and they are so special to me. That is why I love my wonderful home.