Memories Made in a Chest

Home is the place you take your first bite of food. House is not a home to me. A house is a home only until it is decorated by its owners. A house is like an empty box. A home is like a designed box. Home is where you rest. Home is the place I smell my mom’s 5-star chicken curry… Maybe even 6 stars! At the end of the day, my family and I are always adding memories into our Chest. Home is the place I can always go to if I’m sad, mad, or confused. My family will always comfort me. Home is the place that my dad and brother play Lego and have fun together. Pictures are taken. Moments are captured. And at the end of every night, we open the Chest of Memories together. Our Pictures and Memories made in a Chest.