What a home means to me...

For me, a home is a very special place because whenever I go home, my grandparents always wait for me on the couch. The warm, sweet smell of my grandma's homemade tea always catches my attention whenever I walk into the kitchen. A house is something you live under, where my family and I share warm, cozy hugs and laughs and giggles under the roof. A house is where all of my memories and soon, your memories are kept (even though they are silly like;) me falling while going up the stairs OR me baking mug cake and breaking the cup while also… messing up the kitchen, me and my sister fighting for no reason OR for absolutely not a good reason. And then, my dad always tells “funny” jokes to everyone. So a house is not just a place with four walls… It is a place where all of your memories will be kept forever even though they are silly like mine! It's also a place where you can truly be yourself, It holds all the small moments. That is what a home means to me and everyone should deserve a place where they can share their thoughts and laughs!!