What a home is to me

Home is not just a place with a roof and 4 walls. Home is a place where my dad is bald. Home is a place where it’s not your fault. Or maybe a place where you have a doll. A home isn’t a just house. A home is a place with a comfy couch. A place where you can slouch. Or a place where it is loud. Home is a place filled with love. Where we fit in just like a glove. Home is a place where we all laugh, Or a place we can make crafts. Where we learn how to take a bath. Or even maybe how to do math. Home is where there is no tax. It’s a place where we can relax. Home is a place that fills in the gaps. A place where we take naps. And maybe eat some snacks. Home is a place with my father, my sister, and my mother. Where my dad is a plumber. And your mom lets you show your colors. A place like no other. Home isn't a place filled with quarters, But will always have the best supporters. Where we don't just take orders. And where there are no borders. Home is where we have delicious homemade food. Where my mom tries her best even if she's in a mood. Home smells like strawberries. Where we learn the best stories. And where we make up tales or theories. Home is a place where we make bonds that will never end. A place I don't have to pretend. But a place I can stay in bed. Where I don’t have to be scared, A place where love only spreads. Home is a place where I'm surrounded by loved ones. Where we don't need maids and butlers. But where we can’t express our love in numbers. Home is a place that's cozy and warm. Where we might click snooze on our alarm. And where we have our lucky charm. Home is a place that lies with the people I love the most. That if my mom can’t find it it’s lost, And where if my dad can’t fix it it’s broken. In the winter, we make snowmans, And where we make lotions and potions. And a place I can show my emotions. A place where we celebrate holidays and celebrations! So here's to my home that I love dearly. It's where I have the most fun, really! Where it can be stupid and silly. And, never feel bad for being me.