What home means to me

Home to me is a special place that is more than just a building. It is where I feel happy, safe and loved even though it is a small house it is filled with special memories and the people I love. When I enter my house I hear my brother scream while he is playing with his magnetite tile and my moms cooking while she is singing a soft song. My dad,while working from home, laughs while he is having conversation with his teammates and the typing noise from his laptop keypad. When I enter my house I smell the delicious spicy rice and noodle , yummy chinese food my mother cooks for my family and me. When my mom gives me a soft warm hug and her soft voice saying bye to me and when my brother throws the soft snow on me while we walk to our bus stop. When I stand on the balcony, I can see beautiful sunrises and sun rays falling on white blanket of snow in my front yard. At home I feel happy when I am with my family laughing and talking and I feel calm when I am with my friends who care about me and is where I can relax. In the end, wherever I go, home is where my heart always belongs!