My Home

Home is the sight of smiles and hugs embracing me at the front door, Home is where I share my accomplishments and my successes, Where I let go of all my stresses. Home is the smell of freshly baked banana bread and the delicious cookies I eat in bed. Home is the warmth of my grandparents when they buy me silly things But no Money is worth my grandparents, not even a million diamond rings. Home is where I feel loved and embraced, and my grandparents I would never replace.