Home

Home my home. My home is different from anyone else. My home describes love, trust, kindness, loyalty. Home is where I can be me. Where I can trust my family. The Warm sun gazing through my room window. Staring in the mirror I see myself as a strong, confident, brave little girl. The smiles on my siblings' faces when I hug them makes me feel so happy. Watering the dry tired plants. I watch the plants go from a seed to a wonderful plant that has become just like life. I look out of the window and see the joyful birds happily flying around, it is so green and fresh. The cool lemonade on hot days going through my throat is so refreshing. The tree where we get oxygen and air I thank mother nature for this. Home is a place filled with different cultures. Where you feel protected wherever you go. Where I feel loved on the days that end with the letter y. Where I want to spend time with my family every second of every day. Where me and my family gather on Ramadan days to eat. The smell of sweet dates and the yummy food my mom made for us after we fasted for the Whole day. The Saturday nights where we gather on the couch and watch a movie. well my dad getting the buttery popcorn out of the microwave And my mom getting the candy out. My house may be crowded but there is lots of love in my home. Home is a starting place of love, hopes and dreams. The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave and it feels better to come back. Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends always belong and laughter never ends.