What home means to me.

Home is not a place it's a feeling- It’s where you feel safe and secure! My home is in Iraq. I cried, learned and played in Iraq. It’s an environment that greets me when I walk through the door. The food at home is delicious mostly, when my grandmother makes it. We have a dish called dolma. It's like vegetables and inside of it is rice and sometimes chicken! We also have another dish called kebab. It's just like meat with pepper seasoning on it. The inside of my home is always fancy and beautiful. We have loads of paintings and they are very shiny. Most of the time the paintings are about my religion. They mean a lot to me! Another place that is my home is school. My friends support me a lot and I can tell them wonderful things and spectacular stories. We can have fun, sing, talk and play a lot of games. I learned manners and English in school which helped me communicate with people who only knew how to speak the language english! No one is gonna judge you at home because home is family! Home is full of joy and laughter. Something everyone should appreciate.