This Is My Home

Home is a safe place, filled with all five senses. Each home is special. I love my home. In my house, I hear my family chatting about their day. I see my mom making dinner and the mess of shoes covering the floor. It makes me feel like I belong. As I walk past the stove, I feel the warmth of the fire, calming me. I get to my room, flop down on my bed, and breathe in the rusty, new book scent of my favorite book. The soft mattress shifts under me, and sunlight pours through my window, illuminating my room. The familiar setting reminds me that I fit in here. At dinner, I hear my dad telling funny stories. On the table, I see taco ingredients set up, and mugs of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream. I feel the warmth of the mug as I take a sip, tasting the sweet chocolate and soft whipped cream. The taco crunches as I take a bite, and different flavors explode in my mouth. My mom tells me I can have two cookies! They’re warm and thick in my hands, and as I enjoy the creamy center, I think: This is my home. Home is my favorite place. It’s where I belong, in my messy, crazy family. It’s a place that's always in my heart, no matter what. It’s where I love—my parents, my family, and my entire home. Home is my cat, meowing for food. I love my home. This is the home I know.