My Home

To me, home is the feeling of hearing the sweet sound of my family saying “goodnight, I love you,” that makes me feel loved. My meaning of home is the way my brother and I bicker and fight, even though we love each other tight inside. To me, home is the taste of my mom's sweet, salty and savoury meals. When I feel the warmth of the smell I feel as I walk through the door, I wish I could eat the whole house. To me, home is the laughter of my dad and me sneaking in sweet treats that we bought at the store with my mom not knowing. “SHHHHHHH!!!” we say as we giggle and sneak through the door. To me, home is also the animals of my family, the way my two cats Earl and Trooper and my dog Remi always make me feel welcome as they always greet me at the door every day after school. And I love the warm cuddles that I get every night and morning to comfort me. To me, home means all the memories I will cherish for the rest of my life, and all the amazing memories to still make and to come. To me, it’s not just about the home, it's the people in it, it's the people that you chose to grow up with and laugh with and make memories. That's what home means to me.