My Happy Place

Home is a happy place that makes me feel warm. Some people may not feel this wonderful feel and that is why I am lucky for that. Houses sometimes do not feel right. But with the people you love you feel like you belong. The house has four walls, rooms, and washrooms. But a home has four walls, a roof, and a place to be. A home gives me memories that build up like bricks and that makes my home. I would not be the same without a home and family. Also, when my mom cooks dinner which tastes so good. Some people do not have food, so I am grateful. My dad helps me with so much especially math, he is always there for me. Home gives me so many adventures. I love my home in so many ways. It gives me freedom and bravery. Whenever I have my bad days home is where I want to be with my family, which brings me joy. Sometimes we have arguments, but we get through them and at the end of the we feel much better. My home is not perfect, but it is exactly right for me. That is the way I like it. Some homes are big, some are small. But all our houses are exactly right. Sometimes moving homes might be scary but you get to make new memories in your brand-new home. Every single season your home is still there. Maybe you leave home but remember its always in your heart and you know it. In winter, my family cuddles up tell stories, play games, and build memories. We drink hot cocoa and sled down hills. In fall we rake leaves, it is amazing to be with my family. Remember a house is not a home and your homes perfect.