How home means to me.

To me home is not just a place.It is a safe place where I am myself and I feel like I am always protected.My parents and my siblings are always with me and by my side.In my kitchen my mom is always cooking our favorite dish even though we did not ask.Our living room is full of joy and everybody is welcomed in.Our bedroom is where we watch our phones and hangout.When my mom makes my favorite dish it delights me because of the taste and the smell.My parents are always loving and patient.When we have a cultural celebration my mom makes gigantic foods and everybody likes them.At home i feel comfortable to say anything and i enjoy watching soccer with my dad and he gives me advices for my next game.Sometimes when i feel grumpy, my parents help me calm down and they always have faith in me no matter what happens.I am always thankful for them and for what they gave me like presents and gifts that i can play with and it makes me happy and proud.If i had a game my dad would always pick me up on time and he would be supporting me in the stands and when we get my mom would ask what “what was the score”?I would replay with the score and if I lost she would say it happens same thing my dad says.This is what home means to me.