Where The Heart Rests.

Home is like a baby book that goes through chapters of your life. It's warm like a blanket helping in the coldest nights. The living room is my favourite room because we bond over memories and watch movies together. I bake with my family. It makes me happy because we talk about our day and what things we can do over the weekend. I was joyful when my mom helped me by helping me tie my dirty shoes. Picture frames and baby pictures that I walk past every day. Even birthday gifts that are thought of with love. They would say how silly I was as a kid,and how I hated baths. How cute and funny and I wasn't shy or scared as a kid. Home helps me when I am upset because I can lay in my soft bed and think about why I got upset and what happened to make me feel that way. My mom and grandma support me with everything I do: when I trip they always will help me back up. They support me and my dreams. They will always be there for me cheering on the sidelines and they will always be in the front row. My mom makes me feel safe by helping me and always checking on me and making sure I'm secure. I like watching movies with my family during rainy days and eating snacks while doing board games or baking. It is a warm safe place that we roast marshmallows in and smells like vanilla sugar. It feels like a shield protecting me from harm but it also feels warm and filled with love and kindness. My favourite cozy moments are making forts with blankets and laying down peacefully with my sister and mom.