Home Sweet Home

Home is where I can sleep in peace. Home is where I can be myself. My home smells like love, joy, laughter, and not like the hospital. My home is a place where my dreams are supported. My home sounds like it is full of love. My mom, dad and puppy live in my home. My home feels like a warm blanket over me and a big hug. The reason I know what it is like to sleep in the hospital is because I had to sleep there a lot when I was little. Having a home means the world to me. Home can be very powerful to a lot of people. The hospital smelled like medicine, juice, and fear. Home means more than I can say. At home I can do things without an IV in me like sing, dance, and be free. Home sounds like my thoughts and pages flipping in my book. The hospital sounded like beeping in my ear and nurses coming in and out. Home smells like candles lit, homemade meals, and hot chocolate after a cold day. Home is where we go all out for our traditions. Home is where we celebrate with family and friends. My home is a special place. Home is much more than just a roof over my head. I think the defination of home is loud, loving, kind, and safe. Some things that I like to do at home are drawing, playing with my puppy, dancing, playing the guitar, painting, baking, and watching movies with my family. Some of my favourite things to bake are creamy cakes. I love the smell and the taste. It smells so sweet and buttery and tastes so luscious. There is nothing more magical than being at home with the people I love the most.