How I Feel in My Home

In each part of my home there are pieces of a puzzle that fit together and make me, me. When I am at home I feel thankful and I feel proud of the family that I have. Whenever I watch TV with my family, I feel grateful that they’re by my side. My family is as precious as gold. Wherever I am, I am somewhere that I love. My home is made of memories. In my kitchen, I share meals with my family during Ramadan. In my bedroom, my brother and I recreate our favourite light saber duels. In my living room, my sister and I dance to our favourite songs. On November 14th, I remember watching Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings with my sister. On my 12th birthday, I received beautiful gifts from my family. On December 18th, I remember watching the Season 2 finale of The Mandalorian with my brother. These memories hold a special place in my heart that remind me how lucky I am to have a family like mine. Throughout the years of living with my family, them being by my side has helped me become the person I am today. When I fall down, they’re always there to help me get back up. I’ve always appreciated them from the start. And I’ll always have them in my heart.