My Home: A Place Of Delight

Home is my place of comfort and acceptance. It is the roof over my head that keeps me warm during the night. Where I live with my family, all safe and secure. Where I eat, read, laugh, and play. The bonds and the fun are made within, learning right from wrong, and good from bad. Home is a place to stay there all day, and is a place that never has a hint of dismay. Where I play and rouse with my siblings, jumping, running, back and forth. Where, I have the feel of a comforting floor under my feet. That soft lively chatter of my family and friends. Playing the board games with cousins, those dozens of times a day. Many games of Poker, many games of PayDay. They fill me with joy, a joy of delight. My home is where I wake up to the lovely baked cookies and porridge in a pot. It is where I am greeted after a long day of school, where memories unfold, and the most happy ones are not untold. When dusk finally comes, every night, I lie down, to thank my home and family for peace and unconditional love.