Home through my eyes

Home is a place where cherished memories go from door to door. Where my mom makes chocolate cake, where my dad provides food for the whole family. A place where I Can be me. When I open the door my brother comes running to welcome me home. Or when I am sad my mom gives me a big hug and my dad makes me laugh. My home is where I can be creative and make new art everyday. Where if I fail I will still be appreciated and encouraged. And when I get hurt I get the care and attention I need. A place where we watch movies, shows, and just relax. Where my brother is always available to hangout with me. And I love making sweet treets and helping my parents with dinner. My home is where my dad read me bedtime stories when I was little. All these little memories remind me of home. I remember when we were at my grandparents house where my grandma used to make fresh delicious food . And how my grandpa would buy me creamy smooth ice cream. It is also the place where I first learned to ride my bike where I made my first friends . Home is a place where I will not be judged for who I am. Where sometimes me and my mom stay up till 2 in the morning. Home is Where I listen to music and sing my heart out and be crazy Trying new things. Where I can open presents on birthdays or wrap some for my family. For me Family is home because they will always be there for you even in the toughest parts of life because others come and go but family is forever. So no one gets left behind or left out.