Home: a place to belong

Home is a place for comfort.I love to play video games after school with my dad. Mashing the buttons on my control to defeat the monster. I love to eat dinner with my parents. Eating the rice and curries that tasted like India. When it comes to home it is more important than you realize. You mostly think it is the place where you eat and sleep. When you move it is hard. You will be going away from all the things you love. It will be so hard to be in a new place where you don't know anyone. The whole point of home is to have a place where you have everyone to love you somewhere easy to reach. I remember all of the birthdays. So vivid and colourful sitting at the table. I still think of us singing Happy birthday. I remember the Halloween season. Helping my dad decorate the yard so scary only the bravest of the brave would go inside. I remember all of the Christmases of decorating the tree while watching something on tv with the elf on the shelf keeping her watchful eye on us making sure we are on our best behavior. I remember Christmas mornings where I opened the presents excitedly checking out what I got to see if something was from my wish list or if I like anything I got and reading stories from advent calendars. I can think of the times I wore perfumes that smelled like candy or the ones that smelled like roses. When you say the word home that is why I get a feeling of comfort. At home no one judges you. Like they say, home is where your heart is.