ODE TO MY HOME

Home makes me feel accepted and loved. Home is where I cuddle under a warm blanket with my family. Home is just like a big, warm blanket. Home is just like a person, different rooms are different emotions. Your bedroom is sad and lazy and when I am sad I go to my bed, curled up in a ball with my penguin, and cry with him. Lazy me is when I don’t want to get out of bed. The living room is also the lazy side, I am very lazy when I lay on the couch and watch TV. The kitchen makes me feel hungry. It’s where I eat my mom’s warm, delicious, masterpiece meals. My home always smells like cooking because my grandma is always cooking. The fondest memories are when gathered around the table. What makes a house a home is not the house itself, but the family that’s in it. A home is a place that makes me feel safe. My home is made of bricks and it is very strong, it can withstand a lot. It is very pretty too. My home has lots of other home friends too, which make up my neighbourhood. All of this is what makes my home beautiful and cozy. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ⬇ Thank you for taking the time to read my writing about home. Sincerely, Paige