My home isn't just a home

My home isn’t just a home. It never has been. Since the moment I opened my eyes, I felt an overwhelming sense of love. I don’t feel overwhelmed in a bad way, but in a way that makes me happy. My family is the reason I feel that way. My mother cooks for me and makes me smile every day, and she is extremely generous to me and my sister. My father makes me understand the pro’s and con’s of life, and he makes me strong and grateful. My sister makes me understand that life has its ups and downs, but if you do the right thing and do things that make you happy, it’ll be okay. My favorite room has to be the living room. It makes me comfortable, and I can always think of the memories I’ve had there. My family hosted many Christmas parties there, where we stayed up late laughing and doing silly dances. We have had our moments in the living room, ones where we let out all of our emotions, and ones where we have talked for ages. Another room where I feel happy is my dining room. Just like the living room, we’ve hosted many parties. We ate various foods, and talked about a variety of topics. We discussed important things and discussed silly things. I fed my baby cousin, and made jokes to the family. In my home, I’ve laughed more than I could possibly imagine. I couldn’t live without my family and without my home. It’s not just a home, It’s where life happens.