Home

Home is a feeling, not a place. Something you live in, your personal space. It fills me with joy when I see my sister watching TV and playing with her toys. Home doesn't look like a house with walls, it's a feeling you spread with family, friends, and all. Home tastes good as I smell and listen to my Mom and dad cooking chicken in the kitchen. Home is the place where you have a room where you can scream and shout, If I can't, I pout through out. I am not scared because God is near, now I'm happy because he is here. Home is not spending time screaming and fighting, it's the memories you make and the feelings you take.