My Home

To me, home is the sweet smell of my Vavo’s soup on an early Saturday morning. To me, home is the sound of birds chirping outside my house in the early morning. To me, home is loud and noisy, but it can also be quiet and simple. To me, home is the beautiful early morning sunrise that I see from my living room window. To me, home is my loving and caring family waiting for me at home. To me, home is the beautiful sunny sandy beach I spend warm summer nights at with my cousins. To me, home is being able to eat a warm meal with my family. To me, home is the beautiful early morning smell in the summer. To me, home is where I can be silly, cry and laugh. To me, home is my grandma’s backyard where I would sit with my grandpa and watch the trees sway back and forth during fall time. To me, home is me and my mom playing badminton on our driveway and the birdie always flying in the opposite direction. My home is my comfortable place where I can be with the people and things that I love, it’s also a place where I can just be me!