The Meaning of Home

My home is special to me because we joke around. My brother, mom, and I are always laughing at jokes we make up, like when we’re watching a horror movie someone breaks the suspense by telling a joke. I can’t help to laugh and smile because the joke is so funny and random. It’s so fun and calming to be there with them. It’s like my stress flows away like water and my heart turns a little pink each time my mom or brother makes a joke. We make so many memories together in our home. Each time I walk in the door I get hit with the wonderful smell of my mom's food that she made for us. It is so comforting to sit at the table with people that I have known for my whole life and just talk about our days and how did it go. Each time we do this, my cat comes to me and purrs while walking around my legs. Sometimes we watch a movie while drinking hot chocolate while I am sitting with my cat. Every day I love fighting over who gets to shower first and my sister crying over the cat. When I walk through the door I get hit with the warmth of home. After a freezing day of school, I am ready to kick back, relax, and drift off steadily and slowly. Just when I sat down comfortably, it is suddenly the next day.