Home is my hero

When I open my eyes the warm air greets me like it's saying “ Good morning” . I look out the window and I see the beautiful sun. I get up from my bed, then I go outside and I look at my house. I'm so grateful that I have this house; then I go back into my house, I open the door and the warm air meets the cold air. I'm met with the warm air again. I go down the hallway and I look at the pictures and my mind fills up with memories. This is not just a home, it is a place where I grew up. That home means so much to me. I could be myself. So thank you so much home.