What Home Means To Me

Home to me means the raindrops dripping down my bedroom window like fingernails tapping on glass, while I'm falling asleep with my fuzzy purple blanket giving me a big warm hug. Home means laughter while playing board games in the living room with Mama, Dada, and my brother Mason while munching on yummy snacks. It means listening to music while I do diamond art in my room then coming downstairs for supper to the smell of delicious food like butter chicken and sausage pasta. Home means playing piano for my parents to listen to and hearing the dishwasher run while getting ready for school. It means getting home from basketball practice and biting into a warm gooey banana chocolate chip muffin that Mama made. Home means cuddling with my dogs, Mookie and Henry in my cozy fleece pajamas while watching the NBA and cheering for me and my Dad’s favourite team, which is the New York Knicks! It is Mama braiding my hair after my shower and getting tucked in before bed. Money could never buy any of the memories and happiness that me and my family have made in those walls. That's why no house could ever replace my home.