HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

There are a lot of ways to describe your home. But my home is the best for me. My home has warm hands tucking me in at night time the smell of my moms perfume fills the air. Home is the smell of my dad making burgers for dinner. The smell of books also reminds me of a peaceful afternoon at home. But home is not just the word it is a feeling. Home is the feeling I get when my mom snuggles with me. I feel warned, loved and like I belong here. I love my home because my family and friends are always there to cheer me on when times are tough. They hug me tight. When I come home after a hard day at school my dad is always there to tell me it is ok. And make some of my favorite foods to cheer me up. I also love my huge comfy couch down stairs that folds out to a comfy bed right in front of the TV/ projector. Also my parents' bed is very cozy and warm. I could just sleep forever with my stuffed animal foxy. It just worms my heart and makes me feel at home and loved. The smell of my home. There are lots of rich smells in my home like warm pancakes on a Saturday morning. and some of my mom's lovely perfume And my bird sweet pea. Sounds of my home Some sounds are the sound of the news every morning when I wake up. Also the sound of the piano . Me and my sister both play the piano and my dad used to when he was younger. I also love the sound of laughter no matter where I am. It makes me feel happier. Thank you Habitat for Humanity for helping people have a home.