Home is a Door to Family

To you, home could be an arch, or home could be four walls but for me home is family. Family, people who make you feel loved. They're not just human beings, they might be to you but to me, they’re loving people. They make up a part of home. And there's sounds of home too. Sounds, the things I hear that make me feel calm and safe. My dad being silly or my mom being comforting. Plus my brother being SO weird when I'm calling my best friend. Those sounds make up a part of home. And there’s smells too. Smells, the scents that comfort me. Like in the mornings on weekends I'd wake up to the smell of pancakes and sausage or I'd come home from school and smell my mom's candles lit while she does laundry. Those smells make up a part of home. And feelings belong in my home too. When I'm at home I feel: calm, happy and silly, but I could also feel: frustrated, mad maybe even annoyed. These feelings make up a part of home. When I open a door to home I see, hear, smell and feel. Goodbye, I have to go home.