My Home

When I used to think of home, I would think about its size, But now that I am older, I feel a little more wise. Now, when I walk in, my lips always form a smile, and when I see my family I want to stay there for a while. Now I see a lifeline and I think there is no home like mine. As long as I am there, I know that I’ll be fine. My home is almost always cheerful and bright. The only time it’s truly quiet is in the silence of the night. My home is a marvelous sight to see, maybe not for you but always for me. My home always smells perfectly fine, with my dad’s fresh steak, or the faint smell of Shabbat wine. After a long day my dog is always there for me to meet, BARK! No matter if it was bad or good, he’s always there for me to greet. When I see my family’s eyes they always shine like pearls, I love my home and I wouldn't give it up for the world.