How it Feels at Home

Home, it's a place where I feel safe, happy and always loved. It's unique of course, every hour on the hour my precious and most treasured bird clock sings happy “chirp-chirps” and “chick-a dee-dees” which echo through my first floor; waking my dad up from his afternoon naps. That’s what makes my home, mine! A constant, rhythmic humming in my kitchen that escapes my stainless steel food beast. You might not hear at first, but it’s there, if you listen carefully enough. As lunchtime approaches, the symphony of 'sizzle' and 'pop-pop' resonates throughout my home, the smell that wafts up even to the second floor and it alerts me that lunch is close. The reassuring presence of my parents, a constant signal that remains unwavering until the evening, providing enduring comfort. Home is where I feel comforted and will always feel and be loved.