Home Is Not Just A Home

Every Morning, I wake up to a warm smell, the kind of smell that wraps around the house. And when it rains where in the living room drinking milk and watching the rain fall through the window and talking about how are day went and what was the best part, and on the walls or hallways there are some pictures the one when you were a baby and with your cousins. And that home we are talking about is the home where you grew up the and that watch you grew up and the place where you did everything, like your first walk, your first word and also the home that you spent time’s with your cousins. And the place home you celebrated your first birthday and when you first feel off the bed. And home is where you felt safe, the kind of where you think as a child that no monster will get you because your safe in that place and is where your parents watch you grew up and those memories stays at that home forever. Home is where you play with your friends and you build a mini house using blankets, pillows, and chairs. After that you get snacks to eat and tell a story or even a secret that you pinky promise never to tell anyone and you guys still kept it a secret until these days. And the table on the kitchen is the table where you use to do your homework with your mom after school and where you cried because you didn’t want to do your homework and they say that if you do it they will buy you ice cream. And that’s why I love my home it gives me comfort and peace!