A Place Of Home

Home is a place of food. The chalk white walls enclose me as buttery smells flow through the air. The crackling of browning toast fills my heart with the warmth of another delightful morning. Leaping into my seat, I grasped a tasteful beginning rummaging in my hand: Crispy toast coated with a thick layer of peanut butter, topped with fresh bananas and drizzled with the sweetest honey. I taste comfort and satisfaction flowing through the air around me. I am home. Home is a place of music. Pitbull’s Radio roars through the speakers as the charcoal leather seat comforts me against my back. I gaze up as the glorious sunlight shimmers across its sleek black surface, pulling its tiers into the Junior School roundabout. Our hands wave through the air as our family's feet thump against the music’s catchy beat. As short as this moment may be, my home would never be complete without it. I hear the warmth and appreciation bubble in my heart. I am home. Home is a place of knowledge. Faces of laughter and greetings fill the 6B classroom as I perch myself against the wooden oak bench. My gray and white BSS uniform rustles side to side as familiar greetings echo through my friends' mouths. Even in a class of 17 students, they never surprise me with the amount of knowledge they can share. I see my community's support bouncing on my shoulders. I am home. Home is a place of love. The touch of soft cotton drapes around me as I wiggle myself across the rose colored mattress. The warm embrace of my mom’s arms around me. The familiar wink of my father at the bedroom door. The proud and loving smile I give back to him. The soothing grasp of the night, as I close my dreamy eyes. I feel safe as love fills my heart. I am home.