Home, Because I care about humanity

Home is where my heart blossoms. When I’m at home I feel a warm and fuzzy sensation in my heart, a sensation I don’t feel anywhere else. Home is where I feel my heart open up and thrive. Home is where I can be alive. Home is where my heart is alive. Another thing that makes me feel at home is family movies. These make me feel at home because I love snuggling up on the cozy couch. I also love the snacks, and sometimes the crumbs, that I get to eat and feel explode with taste. Family movie nights mean so much to me because even though me and my brother fight about what to watch, we still do and will always have fun together. To me family movie nights are family. Family meals also make up my home. When we gather beside the kitchen to sit at our square table, I feel a sense of belonging and that is what I think home should be like. Family meals bring us together, and to me they really define home. Family meals spark conversation and they always give me a warm, fuzzy feeling like I just ate a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie, where the chips are still warm so they melt in your mouth. Family meals make me feel special and give me a sense of confidence. I have a family who loves me and a place to go to when I am sad,mad,upset, or even happy. That place is home.