The warmth of my home

Welcome to my warm home, a special place I hold dearly in my heart. A home is not just a house, it is the place where I make memories with my family. The place where I hear laughter and joy that fills the air with a warm sensation. Home is the place where my parents raised me. The place where everything is right. Home is the place where I can be myself. My home is where I spend quality time with the people, I love the most. My home may not seem so special on the outside, but on the inside, it is the perfect place I could ever ask for. I love being in my home, with my family and friends. The home I live in is unlike any building I have ever stepped into. Home is where I can rest after school. Home is where I can sleep for hours knowing I am in a safe place. When I am at home everything goes away. All the pain I hold in fades away like a cloud, all the grief I have kept in disappears without a trace. The only thing I can feel is pure happiness. When I am at home, the smell of the fresh baking from my mom fills the air with a fresh smell. Home is where I can be with my brothers and have bonding time with them. Whenever I am at home, I can hear my laundry banging against the washing machine. The warmth of my home has always been with me in my heart, no matter where I am.