Home

Home. Home is the place where I sleep. When I sleep in my bed it feels like I’m sinking into a marshmallow that I never want to get out of that just cuddles me to sleep. Home is the place where I eat. When I eat my Mom’s homemade food the flavor explodes like the biggest and most powerful bomb but it is also delightful. But home is more than a place…Home is my family and no matter where my family is if I am with them I am home and I am very blessed to have my family. Home. Home is my happy place. My home is where I belong. At home, I am safe and surrounded by secure and powerful walls. The roof is like a steel and powerful platform. It feels like I am surrounded, but I know I'm free.