No Place Is Like Home

To me, home looks like a book shelf. Each person looks and acts differently. Each person tells a different story. Each person is special. To me home feels like warm bodies wrapped around me. Each body feels like a warm blanket to me. I feel warm and cozy when I touch the hot mug of hot chocolate. Home to me is my mother’s delicious rice, making my taste buds dance. After a long day of fasting, my family sit down to a big feast prepared by my parents. The sound of my home is my brothers giggling from me tickling them. The sound of bird chirping is so pleasant to my ears. The smell of my mom’s brownies fill the house with love she put in the effort to make them. The way to open a door is with a key. But the key to home is family There is no family like mine, I know yours is just fine.