Home is love

When I get home from school the smell of my mom’s freshly baked cookies washes over me. My mom’s molasses cookies for Christmas with the sugar on top makes me feel so happy- I know I am loved. I see my dog greeting me as I arrive home. I can hear my dad at his meeting; he sounds happy. I love the storm chips my dad buys every time there is a storm. The snowball fights that I lost to my dad. The fun I have playing in the pool. When I splash my brother and start a water gun fight. Home is where I can express my feelings. Home is where I cuddle my dog and she licks me in return. Home is where I can draw and be creative. Home is where I jump on my trampoline. It's also where I play video games and beat my brother in smash. Home isn't just a house. Home is somewhere you feel safe and comfortable. Home is Home.