Feeling of Home

Home Means to me, somewhere where I can be safe. No one can really judge me; It’s a place where I can be myself. Each happy moment belongs here. My first day of school, or walking with my dad, and many more. Home makes me feel like I belong, somewhere I can get along with the people who live here. Home means to me, somewhere where I can ask help when needed, a place where I can talk with my parents, and a safe space for me. Home is a place where I feel comfortable, where I can express my emotions and give myself a well deserved rest. Home is where I spend time with my parents. Home is where every single moment counts. Happy or not, it’s always a good time. Even if home does have arguments there is always a sense of hope, because forgiveness occurs and we always have time to say sorry and forgive. Home is where I can sleep in my cozy blanket, a place where I can feel comfortable with my own space with no one with me. It’s a place where I can eat food when I can still remember all of my memories. Every morning when I wake up it feels like a fresh morning. It is a place where I can taste delicious strawberry cookies with a side of Oreos and milk from the kitchen that smells good. I go upstairs to see my breakfast, usually bread which is all I need to make me smile. I can help them cook and I can also talk to them any time. Home is not just a place with a floor, a ceiling and a roof. It is a place where all my memories belong.