Home To Me

Home to me might be different than yours, or we might have some same similarities. My home is my mom and me. She makes every meal. Well, I relax. She’s not a maid, she’s my mom, one of my favourite people. Also, my mom does so much for me. Mostly every weekend my friends come over - those who are in my neighbourhood. My home is where my mom makes breakfast, pancakes, breakfast sausages, sometimes scrambled eggs with extra cheese for me or bacon. The smell and taste make my jaw drop and mouth water. It also tastes AMAZING. My home is playing Mario Party Jamboree, Mario Party and watching movies or doing our own thing. My home makes me feel comfortable, warm, safe, loved, happy and sad - all the emotions I can possibly feel - but all of them are ok. That’s what home means to me.