Home, Not House

My home is small but full of love. Home is where I can be myself and not be afraid. A place where I feel comfort and joy, where I can go if I feel scared or upset. Home is the feeling of my moms arms wrapped around me, where I feel safe. A place where the yummy smell of my moms cooking fills the air, and the sweet smell of hot chocolate being made after a cold winter day. Home is where I can be creative and make amazing things! It is where I smell paint in my crafting corner in the basement. Home is the soft feeling of fuzzy blankets on my bed. Home sounds like boiling water for dinner. Home is where I have ups and downs, and small family fights. But of course, we can always solve them. Home is where I can express myself and be happy with who I am. It is a place that I will never be judged by the things that I like to do. Home is a fun place where I can snuggle with my stuffies when I feel sad. I help around the house but I can still feel a bit happy while doing chores, because my home is a place of happiness! Home is a place that I love!