The Warmth of Home

My home is like a s’more to me because all the chocolate spreads the love to me and my family. For me, a home is more than a home. It is my happy place. It’s also like my super secret command post. It has my memories, my loved assets and loved family members. When I’m feeling down, I feel like the chocolate of adoration is coming to embrace me with love. When I'm feeling amazing, it’s like I just grasped the softness of the melted marshmallow inside the beloved s’more. Home to me is, like Bell, about connections. Connections are everything to me. Each family member of mine has its own relationship. They all have the melted marshmallow, the soft and spread chocolate inside them. All my relationships resemble a perfect, loved and comfortable connection. My bedroom is my own world, just like my command post. Like my assets, it's just many amazing loved objects of my own. If any of my brothers touch one of my assets, it is the end for them. It's my home where my mother, father or siblings can’t go. I have my favorite food whenever I want in my comfy kitchen. I can have noodles, snacks and my most loved chicken of my grandmother. I call it the “top notch of the world”. I also love sitting and talking with my family and friends of my own while having warm food. All the sports I play in my basement, is where I play professionally as a kid that is too young for professional sports. I play with my family as if I’m playing for the NHL, NBA or NFL. If someone loses a game, we have to do at least 10 pushups. Pushups are just like losing a Stanley Cup.