My Loving Home

Home means to me a protective place, a place that is cozy and a soft bed in my room,m with a fluffy carpet. Home also feels like a private place where you can be alone and you can always have your family by your side and my living room is comfortable. My kitchen smells so good because my mom is cooking and it smells like a food festival. My basement is so loud. In my backyard, it is so peaceful as long as there are no kids there and when I enter my home I feel I am back to where I belong, and home is called home because it is a place where you can do anything and eat and you live in a house and you just feel that I am in a big house but what I feel is I am in a big building I am thankful to have a home and home is a shelter to me also home is warm and cold it smells like roses perfume with a pinch of coconut oil home. If I am sad, I know where to go I need to go home and tell anybody I see in the house also home is home but when my family is not home it does not feel like home it feels like I am at a stranger's home when they are gone it does not smell like it used to be and it does not feel like it used to be and it does not feel like home. Home to me feels like love, family, cozy, and a place I can stay my whole life or like I will never be safe is a place where I can rest and have all the peace I want. Everybody can have peace in other places but home is my heart. The end.