The Home That I Love

My home, the one that I love, has been joyous since I came. I may be sad or happy there, but it will always be the same. If home was a sight it would be the gleaming bright light of the lamp beside the couch. I love looking at night when it shimmers in the darkness. If home was a sound it would be the sizzling of dinner on the hot stove. It would make me hungry just thinking of it. If home was a taste it would be the melting marshmellows in my scrumptious hot chocolate. Home means everything to me. I would give anything to stay at home. I have to go sometimes but my home, the home that I love, will always be in my heart. I love my home and my home loves me. Together we are basically family. If home was a touch it would be the cozy mattress that I lay in at night. If home was a smell it would be the perfume that my mom keeps on a shelf. If home was an emotion I would feel calm and safe because I know that I am always going to be safe. I love my home and I always will because my house is my home.