Home Sweet Home!

Home has a special meaning to me. Home means fortress. It’s where I go when I feel unstable. A home is where someone feels most comfortable. I found out a while ago that I am an introvert. When I feel overcome by many people I go straight home and rest. Home and house have a different meaning in my vocabulary. A house is a place with doors, walls, floors, and most importantly. A home is where we appreciate our doors, floors, walls, and roof. A home is a place we can go in hard times. My home is in my kitchen. I love food, and I bet you also agree. My family conversations are spoken at the table. Your home could be in your room, where you go to rest, maybe it smells like pomegranate perfume or has a bunch of sweet pictures hung across the wall. I love my kitchen because whenever I walk through my entrance I find myself in a kitchen where my mom sits on a chair writing in our calendar. Meri is sitting at our outlet holding the phone as Ila is chatting to my mother. Liam is sitting at the table eating cereal. My home is where my lovely family lives. That’s why I love my home.