Home My Safe Place

Home is a place where I feel safe. A place where I can trust the people in it. Home feels warm when my family and I sit by the bright fiery fireplace and play board games. I win every round of a board game called sorry. Home taste of the soup my grandma makes for dinner. I smell all the ingredients in it like the orangey carrots, the black dry fungi and the greenish winter melon. The soup tasted way better when my grandma was here. I see the sight of my family and I thanking each other for presents on Christmas, and laughing with each other. I hear the sound of soup bubbling in the pot, I hear the drips of soup being poured in my bowl. It’s so mesmerizing to see it being poured. When I am at home drinking soup, I feel heartwarmed. Heartwarmed to be with my family. Grateful for my family, home is my safe place.