A New World, Right in My Own House!

As I opened my eyes, I could see the big wonders of my own home. I see the tall ceilings towering above me, with the night sky softly glistening in the dark. I can fall asleep in my wonderful room and I can feel my heart pumping in my home. My home has many, if not plenty of rooms. I feel that my special place shows that I can play with my brother, or I can even play some Bananagrams with my Mom and Dad. My home demonstrates that I can cook delicious food, that I can read several books, and it means that I can be who I am, in my home. I feel the rough walls rubbing against my fingertips, as it is so painfully nice. I can feel the soft carpet softly guiding me to my room. Only in my home. I enter my room as the comforting warmth of the light welcomes me back. I can smell the cookies and spaghetti that my Dad is cooking. I hear the scraping of pencils when my brother is doing his homework, in my home. I hear the dumplings sizzling in the air fryer as my mom is typing up an email. What a nice sound. Home means that I can eat, and express myself in a fantastic way! I can do art in the basement, I can read on my egg chair, and I can even sing or make songs! Only in my home. I feel loved, joyful, and recognized beside my family. I am happy with my home. I’m grateful that I have a roof over my head, food to eat that always fills me up. Home is where I will always grow up to become my own hero.