My home is a place

My home is not just a building with 4 walls and a roof. My home is where my heart and family are. My bed and other furniture, too. Inside, the air is filled with love and comfort and the walls are packed with family portraits that mean more than a portrait to me. My home is a place where I run around with my best friend as the steam of bok choy rises to the ceiling before dinner. My home is a place where I lock myself in my room while family friends and relatives come over and chat. As a family, we sit around the dinner table, chatting and chuckling as we consume our meal with a topping of love. My home is a place where there is forgiveness and reassuring phrases as mistakes are made. My home is a place where I hear the garage door opening and immediately knowing my parents are home. My home is a place where we celebrate our birthdays together and eat cake. Around my home are places where more memories are made like shoveling outside with my parents. From my family members to even a small candle, everything in my home, whether it's visible or not, has a space in my heart.