Home Sweet Home

Home…Sweet Home Every day I come home from school feeling tired and sometimes overwhelmed. School can be loud and busy, and by the end of the day, my mind feels full. When I walk through my front door, everything feels calmer. The first thing I notice is my brother laughing and being silly around the house. His laughter fills the room and makes me smile without trying. At that moment, my worries start to fade away. Home is the place where I feel comfortable and happy with my family. It is where I can be myself and share my feelings without being judged. At home, I feel safe, loved, and included. It is the one place where my heart feels at peace. My home holds many memories that mean a lot to me. Every morning, I wake up and drink tea while looking at the beautiful trees outside. I listen to the birds singing and watch the sky slowly change. These quiet moments make me feel calm and thankful. They help me feel ready for the day ahead and remind me that small things can bring happiness. That is what home truly feels like to me. A house is made of walls, windows, and a roof, but a home is filled with love, care, and memories. A home holds happy moments and sad moments. It holds the times I laugh with my family and the times I cry alone in my room. A house is simply a place to live, but home is where you feel safe, loved, and understood. Family is what turns a house into a true home.