Home is Much More Than a Roof Over My Head

Home is a place where I feel safe and sound, a place where I can go through an emotional roller coaster without getting judged. I can have my heaviest cries and the best laughs. My home is where I hear my mom’s horrible singing as she makes her delicious home cooked meals. My home is where my family is. My family is always there for me no matter what, through all my ups and downs and never leaving my side. I feel warm and happy at home. My home has all my pets, one is even older than me! I couldn't imagine a home where they are not there. But most importantly I can be myself. I can laugh as weird as I want and do silly things without feeling judged. I feel oh so safe when I lay down in my comfy bed and rest my head on my silk pillows, as my cat purrs next to me. My home isn't perfect and that's okay. I love my home. I know it's mine as soon as I enter the room. When I'm feeling down someone is always there for me whether it is my dad or mom, older sister or even my cats. They always care for me just like I need. My mom makes her homemade soup when I feel unwell and tucks me in with my soft blanket. They make my home feel like home. My dad and I watch UFC every Saturday. It's a fighting show and we both enjoy watching it. That's why I love my home and why it's mine, and I wouldn't want it any other way.