Home

Home has many meanings to me Home to me is sitting on the couch while my mom is making her scrumptious salmon. Home is also building cozy and comfy forts with my brothers and starting again when it falls down. In my room there are so many keepsakes that make me feel safe. Sometimes my home feels unique ,because me and my siblings tickle each other to calm us down. Home feels like home when I am baking my favourite cup cakes Home is home when I curl up on the couch on movie night munching on popcorn. I find that my home is home because throwing a ball against a net with my little brother makes me feel excited. I love my home because when I am waiting for my mom to tuck me in I think about how lucky I am to have a home. I think about my home when my whole family sings happy birthday to me. Sometimes my home feels like a hurricane roaring very loudly. My home welcomes me with the fresh smell of cleaning products. My home feels splendid and wonderful as a cloud. That is what home means to me!