My Home

Home is not a place you stay, it's a place you`re with your family. Where you`re happy and you feel free. When I walk downstairs and hear my older brother playing guitar and my other brother making delicious hot chocolate mug cakes, I feel warm and wholesome inside. When I get into My white cozy pyjamas and walk downstairs to sit with my family on the white soft couch. I love the feeling of the black warm blanket on my hands. I feel as joyful as a little kid eating cold ice cream on a nice hot day. When I come home from school and see my dog Leo waiting for me at the door I run to him. BANG. I drop my backpack to the floor and cuddle with him. It feels like I’m on a big, fluffy cloud in the sky. When my brother presses his hands on the piano keys, I feel like I am on a trampoline jumping to the stars.Home is not a place you stay, it's a place you're with your family. Where you're happy and you feel free.