A special place called home

Home to is the place that I grew up in. Where all the best memories are made. Playing in the winter snow, with my brother. Making snowmen, snow dogs, and having snowball fights. The fresh snow hits us with a rush of coldness. Home is also a place I feel like I can really find who I am. A place where I can do whatever and not be judged by anyone. I always feel loved and supported for almost everything I do. My family helps me when I need it the most, whether it’s homework, stress, or guidance, I always know where to go if I need help. Home is sometimes a quiet place, working hard, and focusing on important work or learning. My parents are also working hard to support me and my brother. When we're not working, we’re relaxing, or sleeping, peacefully and happily. I often look forward to when I have my quiet time, I can read, I can draw, and I can also watch TV. Lastly, home is where the heart is. Not just a building to live in, but a place full of what makes us who we are. Happy and whoever we want to be, loved and supported, guided by the ones who love us the most, I love my home!