The Recipe for My Home

My home is like a shield protecting me from the crazy, outside world and inside are so many wonderful feelings, memories, and special people creating them. It's where I’ve expressed my worst and best feelings, nothing will make me forget them. For every annoying scratch or stain on the wall is a memory. When you get a new house, overtime it will become a home, because everyone's recipe for their home is different. My living room is where hilarious jokes have been told filled with loud laughter, no matter what that laughter will always be there. My kitchen is where mouth watering dishes have been cooked, and fresh smells have been created over time. That smell will be a memory that comes with the kitchen after being created. My mommy and my sister are a big part of my recipe, they’re the ones who helped me create the recipe living with us inside. It’s my mommy who made me realize that a house isn’t a home, a house is the outside part, the part that everyone sees, whereas the home is the inside, the place where the recipe exists, the place where you can feel safe, and the place where no one can hurt you. The recipe for everyone's home is different and it’s being added to all the time. In summary my recipe is specific to me and my family, only we know what it is, everyone has one you just might not realize it’s there.