My Home

My home doesn’t look like a house, it looks like my best friend and I watching a movie with my family, laughing our butts off until the sun goes down, getting screamed at to go to bed NOW! My home sounds like the laughter of my friends, laughing until the day comes to an end. Telling my parents we will go to bed in ten. My home doesn’t smell of smoke, but a place filled with hope. A delicious dinner cooking in the oven, with everyone happy and loving. My home is not just a place of pride but a place where I thrive. I taste the memories of my moms cooking , telling me to “Eat the amount of how old I am”, thanking myself for the 5 year old girl I am. My home may not be even close to yours , but it is a place where I can laugh, talk, smile, enjoy playing with my family and even making some tasty smores.