Home: Where Memories Are Made

Home is where I act like a clown, and don’t worry about anyone putting me down. It is where I cry, shout or laugh. It is where I witness my sister climbing like a monkey, Just so she can reach the honey. Where my bed has an indent of my body, as a result of me sleeping comfortably. Where every meal is a result of combined effort, and the taste gives you a sense of comfort. Where I cook, but it does not look like what it is in the cooking book. It is where my sibling and I fight, but our bond is tight. Home is where my siblings and I play hard, and we protect each other like bodyguards. It is where the pictures tell stories, of our shame and glories. It shows our happy and sad moments, and my family in disagreements and agreements. Home is where I call my dad every day, No matter how far away. Sea, ocean or land, I know he’ll never fall my hand. It is where me and my mum share good times, and make funny faces like we’re eating limes. Even though sometimes we don’t see eye to eye, I know she will always be by my side It is where I laugh, at the funny moments that we have, singing, dancing, or watching a movie, it is the best moments that we share together truly. The memories are what remind us of what home really means, and how we watch as the beautiful scenes go by like we’re watching it on screens. The moments are what we really cherish, and forever we will relish.