Home

Home is not just a building, it's a place where you can create memories. I can see me and my mom baking together in the kitchen, hearing laughter and talking. Spending time with each other. Thinking about my house makes me so grateful for everything I have. Right when I come home from school my mom makes a delicious meal for us to eat. Me and my sister hang out and spend time with each other. Whenever I'm on call with my friends or I'm trying to sleep I can always hear my brother yelling at a game. In the summer me and my sister ride our bikes around the neighbourhood, sometimes even around the park. We go to the park for 5 hours minimum with our friends. We both come back sweating. My sister sometimes has sleepovers with me in my room on the weekends. Home is everything to me. For me home is family, memories, and growing up. Home is not a place where you live, it's where you belong. Just hearing my family talking or laughing just reminds me that I'm not alone. Whenever we have an argument we always make it up to each other. Whenever we are having a rough day we always know that we can talk to each other. Whenever me and my family talk it makes me happy that my parents are here with me. Sometimes I lay down on my bed and I think of everything I have or sometimes I try to remember the good memories I had. Home feels like you're sitting on a cloud watching beautiful nature. My home is where I grew up and it is beautiful to me.