My Real Home

My home isn’t just a house. That warm feeling of going under my covers at night makes me feel like all my worries are out of sight. My family comforting me makes me stop feeling like someone I’m not. At home, I can listen to the music that makes me feel like myself. Dancing freely without thinking that I’m a clown stops me from almost breaking down. Laughing with my parents with a big smile on my face makes all my bad thoughts get erased. Smelling my mom’s cooking and eating it with a satisfied look like no one’s looking is what makes me feel good. Thinking of old memories brings me back to the good times of being a kid. Looking at the beautiful moon makes me joyful. Seeing the beauty makes me grateful to have the chance to have a place that I can call home. Nobody can replace the feeling of home. Why would I have to move out of my favorite place in the whole world? If only I could live in my almost picture perfect place forever.