Home

Home is not a place, it is a feeling. Home does not have to be anywhere, it could be in your heart. It is my family and the comfort of my bedroom. Home is like a picture book, every picture has a memory behind it and it will stay there forever captured in a frame. Memories are everywhere, under my bed, tucked in drawers, under floorboards and any elsewhere in my home. Home is a light deep inside the dark ocean and a straight path that leads to a bright future. No matter how worse the weather is, there is always my home that provides shelter. If home was a sound, then it’s like the laughter of my family. Home is also a familiar smell, just like my mother making soup for dinner.