Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home In the past, I really missed what home meant to me. I thought it was just a building I live in, but after writing this paragraph, I finally realized what home meant to me. It wasn’t just a building I live in, it meant way more to me. It has warmth, it is cozy, and it has the best people to spend time with. My family. My home is loving on the inside, it protects me from harm and gives me comfort in so many ways. My home isn’t just a place; It is the reason for my happiness and my family’s too. Picture this in your mind: my home is where I create endless memories with my family, and my home is where I can express my feelings and emotions in ways I can’t always do outside. It’s not just the building, it’s my family. I talk to them every day, they back me up when I need it, and they will always comfort me when I’m sad. Even the memory of my parents asking me “how was your day?” just makes it even better. And at every memorable, festive occasion, the comfort, love, and the heartwarming feeling comes from my home and everything in it. Home is my shelter, my happy place, and the best part is, my loving family lives there too. That’s my “home sweet home.” “Home” doesn’t have to be just a building we live in; It can stick with you, because you can always carry those feelings anywhere. This is not only about my home, but I hope everyone gets to enjoy the meaning of home and all the warmth in it. By: Ethan Santos School: Yorkview PS Grade: 5