What Home Means To Me

To me, home means love, family, and happiness. Like Mexican Monday, taco Tuesday, waco Wednesday, and taco Thursday. We make food whenever we want, like how we used to make cakes for fun. I used to want a cake in the middle of August, so my Mom would call down from upstairs to the basement and say “The cake’s ready!” and I would watch as the cake would come out of the oven. We iced it with a certain pattern: Blue, with green outlining, and small drizzles of red. I loved them and I will never forget them. We have done a lot of stuff as a family, like family movie night. A lot of people do this but we take turns choosing what movie to watch and we would all have to agree. Sometimes our cats would come watch with us 😂. That reminds me, we have cats. Their names are; Stella & Luna. Stella is fast, cute, soft, and annoying. One time my Dad watched as she jumped into the toilet 😂. Luna is chunky, cute and kinda looks like a moldy loaf of bread. I love every memory of home and it is my favourite place to be.