Home

Home is not just a house; it’s somewhere that’s made with happy, unforgettable memories. When I walk into my home, I smell the warmth and all the scented candles we have lit over the years. Sometimes I walk in to the smell of my nan’s cooking, and other times my mom’s homemade pasta! I also love the movies my mom and I watch on Friday nights. During Christmas, my family and I always decorate together. It always brings so much Christmas cheer into our home! Sometimes we even make desserts that are always delicious. No matter if I’m mad, sad, or happy, I know I will always be accepted. Honestly, I can’t remember how many times I have laughed until my stomach hurt and I was gasping for air. Home is my safe space; it’s where I share all my stories from school, gymnastics, and other places. My home is messy and loud! No house is clean, quiet, or perfect. It is somewhere you can feel comfortable. At home, I am never afraid to ask for seconds or even thirds! Home has never-ending memories and laughter; it’s filled with love, and this is what home means to me!