Home

Home can be anything from a shop, restaurant, or a park, to a house. For me home is everytime when I come back from school to my houseI smell my mothers cooking and do my daily chores, I admire my mothers energy to take care of us as a single mother, and sometimes when life is boring or just sucks, I just sleep and shut down my body with rest, on my soft and comfy bed, or maybe I forgot to clean my cats litter or do homework and get yelled at by my mother. But I got used to it so I don't mind it. I also feel like my apartment in Hong Kong feels like home, the apartment in Hong Kong that I call home is clean and nice where I can smell the plants on the balcony and I like the bunk bed in my room where I share it with my brother but he snores. Some people may not have a home so I wish them all good luck to find a nice home, and I’m grateful for a home myself, and grateful for the care my mother provides for me and my brother.