My Home

My home is the safe place of my life, no one can take it from me. I remember the time my mom told me my baby stories, like when I threw up on the bed. It is so weird, I can't even remember the past and I don't know the future but, I hope it is a good future. My home is the best, the cooking, the comfort. Sometimes it's quiet and sometimes it’s loud. To me it feels like a sanctuary and I don't wanna leave it. The fun I have is the best, with my family it makes me feel all the memories this house has. Like the time I fell down those stairs on my birthday, it hurt a lot. No one in my family ever did that again. Since then the laughter of every birthday makes me so happy. My home is over 100 years old. My home is my personal space. The care in our house grows within the air. The dogs, all 7, soon 8, they’re the best. They’re hard to take care of but worth it. The connection with one of them goes deep, I’ve known him since birth. He is my best dog friend. He is 11, my age, and is losing his hearing. My room is full of comfort and happiness, the bathroom is full of girl shampoo and conditioner and bath and body works, it is so good. My sister’s room smells like love, care and food. My other sister's room smells like cats and dogs. My moms and dads room smells the best, like dogs and food and when you first come in a warm embrace grabs you and makes you comfortable. The end.