The Place that Drives my Heart

I wake up in the morning smelling sweet pancakes downstairs in the kitchen. I slide down the stairs ready to meet my destiny. I sit down and greet my Mom by saying “good morning.” After that enormous amount of pancakes crushed into my belly I watched the snow fall outside in small clusters and clumps. I decided to play some piano. Walking up the stairs I reach the room of great sounds. I place my fingertips on the white keys feeling the smooth texture of the piano. After I play I go downstairs and eat a sugar cookie. I think of my life, my parents and my home. “Why do I love it?” I think. I finally came to a conclusion. I love the neighbors, the TV, the food, the pool, but I especially appreciate the love in my home. It is filled with kindness, love, compassion and care. I love my home. After that scrumptious cookie I go outside and play in the snow. I feel the snow by throwing it in the air and it lands gently on my face. My face is freezing like a melting ice cube! I then go inside my safe place. My home. It is now dinner time. I adore dinner time. I wait for a while and then get my mouth watering food. It is tomato soup and garlic bread. The garlic bread was soft and chewy. After I eat I go get ready to sleep. I get into bed wrapping myself in the warmth of the blanket. After my mom and dad kiss me lightly on my cheek, I get ready to go to sleep. Why do I love my home? I love my home because of the love that is brought inside of it and the care that is built in it. By Tiara