A home- my home

My home is where I feel sad, calm and happy. When I come back from school I slowly waltz to my couch and let my body flop right onto the couch feeling the rush cushion rub against my face making me want to just teleport to my bed. I wake up in the morning feeling exhausted but my energy instantly pumps up when I see that my mom made her amazing breakfast, the smell rushes up to my nose making me even more excited to have her breakfast. A home is a shelter to you that can be loud,and quiet every day. Me and my family make memories and spend time with each other every day. Each day for a moment I take a quick second to look around the room spotting the family pictures and in general the house itself it makes me more and more grateful for the home I've been provided. At night I hear my mom crying out for us [me and my sisters] to come help set the table I rush to come and help her right away. I start to shove food in my mouth struggling to breath while filling up my tummy. You can be mad in your home, you can be depressed,frustrated,and devastated but at the end you can just take a deep breath and calm down. Home is my cozy place where I feel that I can be myself and be happy. My home is where I can welcome guests/cousins/other family members, we have fun and enjoy our time with each other.A home is where I stay relaxed and have fun with my family and make beloved memories with them every single day.