Home is where my heart is

Home is where my heart is, where the love is sweet, like the candy you eat in my kitchen while mom and dad are busy making delicious food we all love. Memories shared with laughter in the air, pictures on the wall some of them big some of them small but they all tell a different story that are important to me. In my basement me, my sister and dad love to sing to old records that once belonged to my pop. The music is loved like the birds on the very tree top. While my mom records to send to my pop he replies with my nan they send love and excitement nonstop they love to hear us sing. Home is where I feel safe and loved when I'm at my lowest. When I cry my family helps and makes me fly. I feel lifted and loved when they talk to me which makes them very special to me. Home is like a classroom where my mom loves to teach. She tells us funny stories that we all joke about in the evening. The evening is calming watching movies bundled up in my cozy blanket. At the end of the day home is where I am falling asleep on my bed cuddled up with my stuffed animals thinking about how the next day will be. After all, home is where my heart is and that will never change.