Where I belong

Home. Feels like a melody, soft like a symphony. Every step leaves hints of nostalgia. Every moment, a memory to remember. Laughter fills the air. In a place with people who care. Those memories we shared, I could never replace. Those giggles we had, mixed in a tight embrace. They always linger, even when you’re gone. Home is a place filled with fun. Whether big or small, It’s a place where you can always stand tall. As I reminisce, I recall. When I moved to a new country, I wanted to bawl. I thought it would be a misery. It felt like victory. A new home, one like never before. Small yet kept me very secure. Home is like a bank, keeping me and my possessions secured and far from harm. Every home has something that draws you closer, a charm. It’s like the oxygen I need to survive. It provides me with energy when I arrive. My family showers me with love and care each day, Brings smiles to my face in an amusing way. My home feels like a force field, protecting me from upcoming danger. I feel safe at night, like Jesus in the manger. Home is one of the places I can feel free. The place where I can truly giggle with glee. Everyone deserves a home. Think of it as a dome.