My Home is Who I Am

As I drag my soggy feet into the house, the softness of the floor and the warmness of my house fills my heart. I can smell the flavorful aromas of my parents cooking a delicious dinner. I jump onto my comfy couch and relax my freezing toes by the crackling fire. I can hear every stroke of her violin as my sister plays a calming song while the birds chirp in harmony with the music. I put some marshmallows in my hot chocolate that warms my sore throat. My parents come over and snuggle on our couch with me. My home is where I am loved and welcomed. My home is not like others, always having no worries at all, my family has many challenges to face. When I am struggling, my parents are always there to help me. I can also do many things at home. I can read, play piano and violin, and do homework. When it is time for bed, I can lay on my cozy bed and tug on my snuggly blanket ready to sleep. My house is also where I can make many memories, good and bad. I can always learn something new from every single memory. My home sometimes doesn’t have to be inside my house, it just needs to be in a place where my family can feel that we belong. Many people in the world don't have homes like I have. Many people have leaks on the roof, and no warmth in their house. I will try to take action so that someday everyone will have a home that they enjoy as much as I do.