What I Think My Home Is to Me

The look and sound of my baby brother's laughter fills me with happiness and joy. The feeling of being grateful for my home for my warm blanket to sleep in at night and being able to look up and see a roof over my head . Home is the smell of my moms homemade spaghetti in the air, made with love and care. Gathering for a family dinner and making our bonds stronger as we spend more time together means home to me. Home is a place where I can be me. Home is somewhere I get lots of love and hugs. Home is a place where I can talk about my problems without people judging me. Home is a place that gives me space to make mistakes that we all can laugh about later. Home is the love and support that my mom and dad give me that fills me with confidence. Home is happiness, joy, and kindness. Home is a place that I can feel safe with my family that I love and that love me just as much. My four pet fish are an important part of my home.