In My Home

In My Home Home is a place where we love and play, its a place where we first came and a place where we will always stay. When I think of my home I think of moms freshly baked cookies sitting on the table, warm and tasty. When I walk in I see my sister running over for a big warm hug and my birds P & A chirping with glee when they see me. In the month of Ramadan home is a place where we eat sweet dates and share the yummy foods after are long fast each day. On the day of Eid we celebrate and share our glee. We meet friends and family and eat the delicious food we share on the table and share are love for one another. Home is a place where we chare are memories, a place where we don’t have to be afraid. Somewhere where we can show are true colours without being worried to get humiliated. A home is not a place with walls and a roof, its a place with photos on the wall and a family whos got your back. At home you can snuggle up in a blanket and have cushions on your back chilling on the sofa watching movies with your family You can ask for all the fresh ot food you love and bake the best things on earth. You can You can roll all over the fluffy carpet and no one will say anything weird about it. It's a place where your safe and secure and where the people who love you the most will always be.