Home, the Place Where I Grow

My home, the place where I rest and grow, to live memories, and create feelings for one and another. I see the stars align as the places are in my heart, with all of the loved ones, all in my own house. I see everyone surrounding me, and I feel calm. As I finally sit down, I see my mom and grandma cooking roti(an Indian dish,), and it is the most scrumptious thing of all time! I hear the birds chirping, with the soothing, cherished, fresh air, of the cold winter wonderland, and the breathtaking view of the sunset. A blanket of fresh snow has arrived and it is a marvelous sight to see. I love looking at the magnificent evergreen trees, with the glistening snow on it. I see that my life feels like home. I feel relaxed, and I feel empathy, so I sit down. I feel happy, when I see a computer in the open, I see my passion, to make games, and I code. As it might not look like a lot, but that is my passion, and I persevere with it. I smell the superb, mouth watering, Indian dishes that my mom and my grandma gave me. I even sometimes get surprised that it is not an Indian dish! I love the place where I am! On special occasions, I hear, and see visitors, and we eat, talk, and have fun. It is lovely! I love my home, and I will always be grateful for it!