In The Eyes Of The Beholder

My home isn’t what most people call “exciting”, However, in my eyes it doesn’t have to be. My home is fighting my little sister for my sketchbook. It’s in burying myself and my siblings in snow outside after school. It’s in exploring through the woods with my dad and siblings (and getting horribly lost). It’s in the home-made bread that my family and I work together to make. My home may not be filled with filled with excitement. But to me, it’s a pearl amongst the rocks. Home is in my dad’s playful (but terrible) dad jokes. It’s in escaping the wrath of our undead chickens (true story). It’s in climbing our mango tree just cause I could. It’s in attacking my dad with hugs when he returns from work. My home is like a blanket, warm , cozy and familiar. Home is dragging my blanket to the living room to watch movies. It’s in struggling to help my mom dress my sister every morning. We might not be living the movie star life, But the life were living is the one for me. For home, is In The Eyes Of The Beholder.