My Home

I think my home is more than just a house. My home is a place where I can be creative, curious and also learn, like at school when I’m in a pickle. To me, my loving home is a great place to be because it is very comforting when the warming sun’s rays shine on my chilly feet, wrapping a blanket around me on a nice, relaxing Sunday afternoon. One of the many sounds which would remind me of home is when my chair creaks, piercing the air and taking me back to those times when I had nice meals with my trusting family, as we would have conversations and eat until we were satisfied. Another sound that reminds me of home is when the stairs would creak and make a tapping sound out of the blue, reminding me of when I would come home and run upstairs to meet my brother, sitting on the couch in our living room. Usually, when I come home from school, once I take in the nice, breathtaking aroma of the egg tarts that my mom bakes, I immediately run upstairs to have some. Once I take a bite, it tastes fresh, warm, soft, and delicious, which makes me crave more. As I fell asleep at night, I would hear the rain making a pitter patter sound, calming me. In a nutshell, my home is very important to me, and I think we can all agree that home is more than just a house. Home is where the heart is.