HOME

Home is not big, home is not small. Home is not new, home is not old. Home can be happy, home can be sad. Home is a feeling of being connected to my family. Somewhere I feel my soul is peaceful, relaxed and happy. Home is a place where I come to seek love. Houses always have prices, but a home is priceless. With my mom cooking meals, the beautiful aroma fills the house. With my hardworking and loving dad always on my side. My brother has different personalities and how we like certain things but we manage to live in harmony. My family is what makes a house a home for me. It’s a place to share tales, stories and feelings or make memories with one another. Now as I conclude my essay I will like to share a thing or two. When you enter a home, it gives flashbacks from birth to present day. I have witnessed all the hard work, failures and struggles that I overcame and became the person I am today. I will always have a place at home and will never forget it and will make memories day by day. I love my home.