My Home

Home is a place where I can be myself. When I enter my home, I can smell delightful food. Walking up the stairs to sit in the kitchen chair and taking just a little bite is like opening the doors to a whole new world! Home is to get cozy in my blanket and watch tv with my family. Laughter in my home is like music in the air, a song that goes like HA. HA. HA... When I think of home, I think of the love I get and the people who love me. In my home every day I look up at the wall and see the memories that my family and I made together. I can agree with this idea that home isn’t just a building; it is a place with laughter, happiness, and kindness. The sweet fragrance of love and joy at home completes my family. Now when I think about what home means to me, I know the answer, what does home mean to you. I am so grateful for my home; I think everyone should have a home where they could spend time with their family.