Our Home

Home is the warmest place in the world, it’s where hugs feel more soft! Homes where I feel the safest, the sound of rain feels more soothing, and relaxing. At the window as I watch out, my Mom sneaks from behind and hugs me.
 Hugs feel so warm in my home, it’s like when my brother touches my forehead and giggles around. It’s when we feel happiness no matter inside, or outside. 
 Home is where I feel comfortable, where I can be myself without worrying about anything. when I enjoy the lovely smell of my Mom’s cooking, and Baba’s morning coffee. 
 When baba lifts me up in the air, it always feels like I’m flying. It sounds like laughter, bedtime stories, and sometimes my brother’s crying. ( But that’s okay because we love him anyways ). 
 Home is not what everyone has, so I’m always grateful at time’s where I feel cherished and loved by memories that my home holds. 

As I drift off to sleep, the sweet aroma of love surrounds the air. I know that no matter where life takes me, home will always be my heart’s favorite place.