My Home

Home is where I feel loved and never-ending happiness. Like the warm embrace of my mom after a long day. Or when my dad gives me hugs and compliments when I do a task right. Happiness to me is when I talk to my grandparents and watch them laugh. When I am home, it’s like I entered a house full of happiness. Home is where I help my family when in need. I love helping my mom make pancakes. You can’t even put a price on them they’re so good! Helping family makes me feel so proud of myself, I don’t even need anything in return. Helping people is a reward enough. Home is where the smell of my mom’s cooking fills the house with beautiful scents. My mouth starts watering at the sight of my dad cooking noodles. I love cooking with my family because when I cook It’s like real life, even if I make a mistake it ends up working out anyway. Cooking at home is fun but with family it is even better.