The Joy of a Home

A house is like a Structure you need to Survive in, it has more holes in glass than that of doors. A house is where you need to pay for it. A house comes in different shapes, sizes and colors. A home is similar to that of a house, but it can be shaped because of religion and cultures. I want to share my meaning of home. Home for me is like that of an oversized hoodie that has been cleaned. When I nap with my little sister, I hear the sound of soup softly boiling behind the background. While I wait for food, I smell the foul breath of my younger sister when we play outside in the summer When I wake up in the morning, I smell fresh coffee as my dad makes his way to work. When I smell coffee it is like the joy of eating dates during ramadan. At 1:00 A.M in the morning, I hear the sound of mice squeaking and walking on the floor of our home. At 4:00 A.M, I heard Mom walking down stairs, to make soup, I heard her chopping veggies and meat to use for soup. When I cuddle with my baby sister at night, it is like a hand warming bag. The important thing about home is the everlasting laughter that exists in my home.