~My home~

~My home~ My home is not just a house or a building. It is where I feel safe,loved and happy. My home is like a warm blanket. A huge warm,fluffy blanket. Everyone there makes me feel safe and happy. Just like a protective blanket. My home is like a story book. Every room has its own memories to keep safe. The kitchen is where me and my mummy make treats for the holidays. The living room is where my family watches movies together. The backyard is where me and my puppy play fetch. My home is where I get yummy food and tasty water. My home is where I smell delicious and amazing food. My home is where we tell stories and laugh together. The couch keeps all of our jokes and laughs all safe. Every hallway is covered with pictures like a story book . All the pictures have a meaning. One of the pictures has a picture of my sister and my brother trick or treating on halloween. While I walk down the hallway I hear laughter and giggles. My home is where my sister played games with me and made me smile. My home is where I feel like I belong. Not like a place where I feel judged, it's where I feel like they love me. My home is where I feel accepted and safe. My home is where I wake up every morning and smell my moms yummy,delicious and tasty pancakes. My home is where my mum says i love you every day. My home is where I explore,have fun and laugh. Not where i dont laugh and have fun. It's where I have so much fun my tummy starts to hurt. My home is where I learned how to skate. its is where I fell well learning how to skate and my mom kept saying to keep trying. Not where i didnt learn anything . But where I learned to do everything. It's where I learned how to love. How to help someone. My home is where I smell my mom cooking my all time favorite peanut chicken . The smell of the peanut sauce lingers through the house like a warm hug. My home is where my mum helps me when I'm sad. She doesn't just ignore me, she helps and doesn't just stare at me . My home is where my dad makes me feel happy. He hugs me and tells jokes that make me laugh so hard you couldn't even hear me laugh. I hear my sister playing music in her room. It was so loud I couldn't hear my own voice. My home is where I wake up and don't feel sad. It's where I feel loved, appreciated and safe. Just like a hug that lasts forever. Home is where I taste yummy warm muffins that my mom and I made. Not where me and my mom don't make muffins. It's where we do . My home is where I can listen to my own music. No one judges me by what I listen to. My home is where me and my sister get starbucks and laugh together. Not where we hate each other and don't talk or laugh. My house isn't just a house or a building. It's where I feel safe,loved and happy. ~My home is what made me who I am today.~