Home

Home is somewhere I feel safe. My room is where I bloom,like a flower. THe living room is always full of laughter, just like a never ending chapter. The kitchen smells like lavender and a special dish. Could be hot pot or homemade dumplings. Home is somewhere I grew up in. That for sure will not be mistaken. My sister and I have so much fun, in the summer we run and run. Playing on the trampoline was thrilling. In the winter it’s a nice and warm mouthwatering hot chocolate. Or snowmen competitions, of course I always won maybe because I’m the fastest. Playing with my little sister was always a blast, oh how I wish that we were in the olden times but all I can say is that those thoughts were a real crime. My earliest memory was me and my sister watching TV every Friday night. The air smelled like an explosion of butter, who doesn’t like a delicious snack of popcorn? As a kid of course that was a very remarkable memory. Now when I’m older I wish that could happen again, I wish I knew that as a kid. Now I see that home is not just a place, it’s the center of a heart. All those memories that it holds, it shall never be forgotten. I feel so lucky to have such a charming place to be. I’m very grateful that my home is always with me.