My Home

My Home My home is filled with family and without them home wouldn’t be home. It wouldn’t have laughter or love instead it would be sad and lonely. If they were there it would have love, laughter and joy too. With those things around makes me feel like I’m being wrapped in a warm hug. At home I always smell something cooking in the kitchen that is being made by my mom and it smells SO GOOD, but without my mom the kitchen is empty and I smell nothing yummy. Without my family I wouldn’t have a playmate I would just have to play alone but with family I would have lots of people to play with. When my family is gone I have no one to help me do hard things especially when I do math. My dad helps me do math because he is a mathematician. My family takes care of me when I get home from school but without them I have to take care of myself. Without my family I wouldn’t exist or be the person I am now. I need my family to push me when I have to do hard things, to encourage me when I don’t think I can do it, to lift me up when I get down. There are many reasons why I need my family. That is why home isn’t just a place or made up of 4 walls it’s made from the people inside, the people you love or care about. That is what I think home is made of.