Home is Where My Heart Is

Home is Where My Heart Is My home is where my dad drinks his coffee with chocolate every morning. At home I can make happy and sad memories. My home is where we have weird conversations at our dinner table and living room. Home is a place where my loved ones say I love you no matter how old you get. Home is where my parents smother you with love and say that you are the treasure at the end of the rainbow. Home is where I do not feel guilty to make fun of my dad. It is a place that I can always be myself . At my home I fight with my sisters a lot but we always make up and say I love you. When I am at home, I can let my imagination flow. Home is when school is over and you walk through the door and see my dog rush to say hello, so of course I snuggle with her. At my home, I love to smell my mom’s cooking, it smells so good. At my home, I can spend quality time with family and friends. Home is where I play games with my family. Home is trying new things with your family even if it does not taste good. At my home I spent some of my last moments with some of my loved ones before they passed away. Home is where my heart is. My home is made of more than bricks and walls, it is made of love. Written by Jenna B