My Home

My home is not a fancy house with nice white furniture, it is a place where memories are made. It is a place where you can be yourself, not where you have to pretend to be someone else. Whenever I am sad or angry, my home comforts me in a way that no other place can. When I am happy, my home goes along with it, as if it were playing with me. When I am bored, my home gives me ideas full of magic by making something more noticeable than before. When I am scared, my home takes care of me and lightens the mood. When I am embarrassed and feel weird, my home senses it as though it understands. When I feel lonely, my home is there for me as though I were having a conversation with it. I do not think of my home as a place where I sleep and eat. I think of it as someone reaching out, even if you are in tough situations. A home is no ordinary place, it is special and unique in different ways. My home and your home are different but they are family in every thinkable way.