Home sweet home

I feel my smile grow upon my face as I know it's our home and that we are safe. My home keeps me safe when the winds are high as my family holds me tight and tells me it's alright, my home keeps me warm when the blizzards rage as it feels like an ice age, my home keeps me cool in the summer when the sun feels so hot but no fear our home is not. Home is a place where memories happen, parties and games where we sometimes call each other names. Home is where we cook and bake tasty treats that smell so sweet, family and friends come together to share and care, food brings joy and laughter followed by good moods. I am also happy to have a home and a place to heal my pain so I can regain. So, when I fall it's not that all dull as my family helps me up from my knees to my feet. A house is built with walls and beams, my home is built with love and dreams. Even though my home isn't pretty, that doesn't matter, it's what's inside that matters most, including my family and all the memories that take place, that I'll remember forever and ever. Home is where your story begins, where you become who you are, home is not just a dream it's a dream come true!