There's no place like Home

There's no place like Home Have you ever just felt like you want to just let it all out and cry? You just want to go home and let your parents hug you and make you feel better? I have certainly felt that way before more times than I can count. When I'm sick I can feel my fuzzy blanket like what my dad likes to call it, a burrito. I hear the sounds of the video game my siblings and I are playing. A smile grows on my face when they start trash talking to each other and I laugh but it turns into a cough. The sight of chicken noodle soup being warmed up on the stove makes me lick my lips. I can taste it in my mouth as it slowly warms up my body and makes me feel better. The smell of medicine wafts into my room and I give a sigh not wanting to have it. The way my head pounds while I try to sleep but my mom walks in like a superhero and gives me a banana telling me to eat it because it has vitamins. I ask her to stay and she says she was going to stay the night anyway. This is home to me. The way you feel so loved and protected. All the memories it holds have a special place in my heart. If I feel like my whole life is falling apart all I want is to be at home with my family comforting me and making me feel better. I want to lay in my bed where I feel invincible and watch shows on my tiny screen. All I want when I'm sad is to be in MY house in MY room doing what makes me happy. The feeling of eating chocolate on my old, worn in couch while talking to my mom about what happened but I don't care if the couch has a bunch of dog and cat hair on it, crumbs of food we ate last night (which is actually really gross) I'm still going to sit there because I love my couch even if it's the most disgusting thing ever, It's a part of me and my home, It holds memories greater than any present I could receive and Its where I want to be the most when I'm sad. I can smell the banana chocolate chip muffins in the oven that my mom made for me one day when I slipped and fell at school, everybody laughed but my parents were there for me. I hear the reassuring voice of my dad telling me it's okay when I'm crying on the floor. The way I feel my moms hand running through my hair and calming me down, this is my home to me. I feel like I belong when I'm at home, acting however I want because I know I can, I know that nobody will care because it's a safe place. It's my safe place.