My Home

A house is a place, a structure like your friend’s house, but home is where you feel happy and joy. It’s where you belong. When I come down from my room I feel warm, cozy and happy like I had a massage a few minutes ago. When I come down stairs I smell bread that was toasted, fried eggs, and sweet cereal. It makes me hungry. When I’m done with breakfast I watch TV or play hockey. I love hockey. When I play hockey I feel happy and excited. Hockey is life for me. After I play hockey I go to school. When I go out for recess I feel happy and at home. When I go home I play PS5 or hockey. When I play I feel at home. Before dinner I smell the garlicky smell of the garlic bread, the sweet smell of the tomato sauce, and the fluffy smell of the butter pasta. When I eat it, it makes me feel warm in my stomach. Later I Watch TV with my parents and I slowly fall asleep in bed. It feels like home. There's no place like home.