My Lovely Home

My home is in Canada. It is my family ,my friends, and the morning birds twittering outside my bedroom window. Home is where all my memories are made. It is a safe place where I can run away from the real world, escape trouble, and feel calm and joy. Having seen my dad’s giant childhood home in Iran with a massive garden and many rooms ,I know how much he loved it , and what it meant to him to leave it behind. Home sweet home. I would never want to leave it. Home means delicious food and their smells. Home gives me energy. It also makes me feel appreciated and accepted. I feel a connection to my home. It is perfect the way it is. It is a beautiful place. Finally, home is like a giant warm hug that never lets go. I love Home.