My Sweet Home

My home is sweet. It has my room, my bed, and obviously my parents. When I am scared, I go hug my parents. My parents always cook me delicious food, especially my mom. I have my loving parents. When I am scared, I run to hug my parents, and they always make me feel safe. When I wake up in the morning, I smell my mom’s delicious food cooking in the kitchen. My parents always cook tasty meals for me, especially my mom, who makes my favorite dishes with love. I used to live in an apartment, and then I moved into a house. A safe home. A warm home. A home I live in, a home I sleep in, a home I eat in, and a home where I share laughter with my family. My home is filled with happy memories, warm hugs, and kind words. I love my home because it is the place where I feel protected and cared for. I have my parents and my family to snuggle with, and we spend time together talking, laughing, and helping each other. My home is not just a building—it is full of love. I truly love my home.