My Home

My home is without a doubt the safest, warmest place ever. The feeling of home lives in my heart. Whenever I walk into the TV room and I see a big mess of building blocks and lego, I think to myself, “my siblings were here.” Home is the sound of piano filling my house every Friday, and the sizzling smell of my mom cooking Shabbat dinner on the stove. Every winter when the soft snow flakes fall all over my roof, I love being bundled up in a blanket, playing my favourite card game with my cousins. We share laughs