Home

My home is something more than just where I eat ,or sleep ,or study, it is the place where I was BORN, the place where I was loved and raised, and taught to be who I am now. Your home is somewhere You can’t find anywhere else, sure you may find your friends home the FUNNEST of all ,or a home where the parents give you anything you want, alas in the end being bored at your own home is better, And having banter and friendly fights at your own home is more entertaining than you can imagine. My home is where I can be myself, and feel joyous,feel safe,and scream with delight. My home is where I can go crazy open up be bored be sad and cry in the warm embrace of the walls in my home. My home is where I can feel those familiar arms and hugs , And those spicy aroma’s of chili and pepper and steaming rice, And I can hear those voices of loved ones talking or laughing or bantering. My home is where I can hear cricket cheering on TV, or the CLING CLANGS of vessels in the kitchen, or when I was younger, the sweet lullaby of my cherished toy.A day in my house would go like this: I’d wake up at 5;45 and at 6:00 , Me and my parents would call my aunt/yoga teacher till 7:15, then I would get ready and do my homework plus some chores which are fun to do in the morning sunlight which is as peaceful as can be.Then I’d go to school….At 3:45 I would be picked up,at home we would talk and laugh about all the stuff that happened in school.These days I would never trade for any other day, the thing that makes these days wonderful is being at my home which makes me happy and motivated for the rest of the day.This is what home means to me.