Home

Home is different to other people. To me home is like a chimney that covers your head, when it rains and snows so your legs won’t get all wet! In my home I hear the stories we tell in our beds all snuggled together, without knowing we drift off to sleep. I feel a strong pound in my heart saying I love my home the way it is. Home is not just a roof you live under. It can be your cozy place, school or your cousins. My happy place is my grandparents. Home is like a blanket covering you to keep you safe and warm. Home is a treasure to keep all your stories. In my home I smell the noodles my dad made for the first time in his life. He was so afraid all of our family came together and helped him! In my home I taste the delicious chicken soup that my mom made for dinner. It was so delicious I could almost taste the different ingredients my mom put in it. We ate it on my first Christmas! Home is where you get together and have love, joy, peace! It is not just a place to get together, it's a place of comfort, joy and happiness. When I look at my home I see scrabbled words of love! In my home I feel the pointedness of my Christmas tree. On that one Christmas night I woke up in the middle of the night and I saw how bright and beautiful the star on my Christmas tree was. My property is a dream to my family and I!