Theres no place like home

Home, home is the place where I am welcome, I can wear whatever I want to say and do what I want and I never get judged. My home brings me and my family joy, memories, traditions, and cozy warm hugs. Weekends are my favourite, me and my mom wake up early so we can make my favourite breakfast, French crepes with berries. I kiss my family on their cheeks and go to my soccer match. I am on a wonderful team that includes my best friend. When I’m in the car I think of my home waiting for me to fill it up with love, also waiting for me is my brother and dad, they always like to know the score. At night the smell of a delicious feast fills the rooms with the laughter of a loving family. memories, memories help me grow especially when there’s somewhere to create them in. Traditions, traditions are everywhere from a little pine needle from last Christmas to a birthday present still not touched for three years, all of these memories of traditions stay with you. When you look at the dining table you see the happy faces of family members as they toast to a new beginning. It does not matter where you live, whether you live in a mansion or the streets, if you are loved and cared for that’s where you should call home. Anyway those are all the things I call home. Everyone deserves a home, if I could give every single person in the world a home you know I would.