What Home Means To Me

My home is a place of comfort and care. A place where you take showers and brush your hair. My home smells of laughter and joy, my home smells like cookies and children’s toys. Where-ever you go, there’s love in the air. Everyone’s happy, and no tears are shed. Love and support is always there, above all the silly fights between siblings and yelling because you don’t want to go to school. At the end of the day, there’s one thing standing. My home isn’t just a building. No, not just a structure. It’s a place of happiness, a place of love and care. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything, and that’s only fair.