Happy Home

Happy home. “Where is my home?’ I ask. But then I see with my two open eyes. White bricks and a blue roof, everyone says. Then I realized. There it was. The home. The home I've dreamt of. A comfy bed and pictures on the walls. My heart is open at peace. A home I cannot show. But then there are loving parents and yummy food and a warm bed. To me, that's what's in a happy home. But then my heart doesn't open like before. Now love is in it. That's a happy home for me. An open heart with love and peace. When it closed, it was a sad house, but when it opened it was a happy house. Some people have closed houses, and it can be hard. But trust me if you open up and your heart unlatches there might just be a chance it will get better. So don't look at the past, look in the future, a chance it might just get better. Home is like a cozy hug wrapping you in safeness and happiness. I remember when my dad still lived in my house and in the summertime, we would eat ice cream together outside. My home looks like a cozy, safe house with a warm bed and yummy mashed potatoes. Home smells like memories bunched together in one and a bunch of happiness. Home sounds like the words “I love you”. Home feels like a happy hug. Home is special because it makes me feel safe and comfortable and it is the place I can always go to. I love my home because it's safe and makes me happy. To me, home is safe and it makes me happy in my heart. I will always love my home forever and ever.