My Home

My home is the place I always think about. I hear my mom sleeping early on a Saturday morning. My sister is getting ready while I am sitting on my bed ready to go downstairs with everybody in the house. My home is my dad leaving the driveway-zoom! And the excitement when he comes back. On the weekend I feel lucky and I think of sitting on the cozy,comfy couch with my loving mom, caring sister and thoughtful dad. Home is the place that I feel safe and cared for. At home I look out the window and see snow falling down the sky like wight feathers all going into one pile. Home is the place I get to make memories and everybody forgives you no matter what you do. Home is the place I feel welcomed and home makes me feel proud. At home I always want to have a blanket on and the T.V in front of me. On a sunny but cold morning hot cocoa is the thing you can't live without . At home I smell the pretty flowers blooming on a sunny morning. Home is the place I'll never forget.