A Place I Call Home

Home, the meaning for you is different for me. No acquaintances, only family. A home or a house, say what you like, a place of memories and light. Not just the walls, but memories of loved ones too. Cuddling with my family, feeling the joy in my heart. Games all together, fill the room with laughter. When I am home, the people around me are the ones who love me most. Home is a wonderful, safe space, where I can speak my mind. Looking around there is a tale being told. The walls tell a story, hanging photos like books with no words. Me and my Dad read together and it feels like it will last forever. Mom taught me how to make banana bread, cookies, muffins too. When I read to my little sister, she snuggles close to me, it makes me feel happy, loved and warm. This is what makes my home a home, here just for me and my family.