My Magical Place Called Home

Home is “my place” where I feel safe and can be myself. When I come home from school, no matter what kind of day I had, my mom’s cooked food awaits on the table to treat me. I also have my pet bird, Kiwi, who waits the whole day for me to come home and play with her. I love it when she steps onto my shoulder and gently kisses my cheek with her little beak. When her feathers touch my skin, they feel soft and lovely. At home, my family is always there to help me when I am sad and cheer me up when I do something good. Even when we argue sometimes, I know they care about me. On weekends, I watch late-night movies with my mom. Every Friday, I play FIFA on PS5 with my dad. When I go to sleep, I have a cozy bed with my grey blanket that keeps me warm in any temperature. My parents tell me stories about a great warrior fighting another kingdom for justice. Slowly, I start to close my eyes and enter a dream where my imagination comes true. There is a white rack with my favourite stickers on its doors, filled with a mix of books, board games, toys, and stationery. Even the rack has given up asking why I keep stuffing it with so many personal things! Finally, my snack bin is full of my favourite snacks, and I can pick something depending on my mood. Some snacks are sweet, some crunchy, and some chewy-each one makes me happy in its own way. Home means comfort, happiness, and where I am always safe, loved, and truly me. I am thankful for it every day. Everyone deserves a magical little corner on Earth to call “their own’’.