My Home

Home is a place where I feel loved and welcome. It is not a building, it's a protective shield that protects me from sadness, anxiety and some other negative emotions. My home is filled with great smells that bring me back home. Home is the smell of fresh fries on a Sunday morning. Home is the smell of fresh toast with some butter in the kitchen. How my home feels. When I come home from school, my mom gives me a big hug! And I feel a cold breeze from the fan. How it sounds: I hear my sister on the tv and my mom on the phone. Your house is not a house, it's your hero escaping sadness.