Home is Not a Place

My home holds my favourite people. My mom, my dad, my sister, and my pets. My home is a warm and comforting place. It’s where I can express myself. It’s where I can feel safe. It’s where I can get a good night kiss and fall asleep in a warm bed with stuffies that hold memories from a gracious past. Home is where I can wake up and have good food waiting for me and a family that will make me excited for the day. If things haven’t gone my way and I have had a bad day, my family is there to help me go the right way and look at the bright side of things. My home holds more than furniture and rooms, it holds memories that will last a lifetime and everlasting love and hugs. I get to experience life with my family and go through ups and downs. My sister will know my childhood when we are old. My mom will tell stories from the best times and give advice. My dad will bring laughter and a new perspective to old memories. My pets will comfort me and just listen to what I have to say. My home will hold my family dearly and give us a roof over our heads with much to offer inside. I am grateful to have a home with memories and a story. Home is not a place, it’s a feeling of being embraced and cherished until the end of time.