Not Just a House

I love my home because it keeps me warm in cold winter nights. When I sleep I feel safe, and when I wake up my Dad is cooking frijoles with Spanish music playing in the background. After school I come back to the calming smell of lavender candles and jazz music. My cat Pj is waiting for me on the couch impatiently meowing, Dad calls me with a loud warm welcome “Hola Mayita!” and Miranda welcomes me with a big warm hug. Dad says “it's Friday, wanna watch a movie?” I say “yeah, totally!” At the dining table Dad serves his famous spaghetti and meatballs, It’s famous because all my friends love it. I gobble up my food then, after we watch a movie, we get comfy and later we brush our teeth and also take a shower. When I go to sleep what you may see is a house, but what I see is my home. There are millions of houses that are just four walls that are made out of brick and cement, sure, a house can have heat and carpets, but that doesn't make it a home. What I have just written is my example of a home, but not just any home or house because it’s truly where my heart is.