What Home Means to Me

Home is a place where you live, a place of joy and happiness. At the end of the day, I can hear my dad coming home from work. I can feel my dad giving me a big hug. I can see my sister playing Barbies. I see my family: my mom, my dad, and my little sister. I see my room, and it has a model of the planet Jupiter. I made the model last year, and I chose Jupiter because it has the big red spot. That spot is a whole bunch of storms. I have two space night lights. One of them is in the shape of a moon on the wall, and you can make it go through all the phases of the moon. I have a lot more spacey stuff because outer space is one of my favourite things. In the dining room, I can taste my mom’s oatmeal cookies, jam cookies, and delicious banana muffins. I can smell my mom’s cooking, and I can hear her making coffee. My mom makes a yummy, yummy in my tummy apple crumble. Once, she made a Honeydukes cake because I got the official Harry Potter baking book for Christmas. My mom made a carrot apple muffin a few times. It was really yummy. Sometimes, on special occasions, my mom gets ice cream and popsicles. I love my family, and my family loves me. I feel happy to have a roof over my head, but what really makes it feel like home is the people in it.