My Home

A house is just a structure to keep you safe and to help you. But a home is the warm greeting of my mom saying good morning. Home is the sound of my dogs barking and ticking. It sounds like a bomb ticking as it's about to explode. It’s a place to feel loved,safe, and that's where you belong. The sound of me and my brothers bickering as we laugh and speak. About who gets the TV remote. And on rainy days we watch a movie as the rain dances. My home smells sweet, salty and savory. Home is a place to make and cherish memories. My home is like a treasure chest. It has valuables but the coins can’t buy the love found in my home. And that is my meaning of home.