Where I Am Loved

Home is an environment where I’m loved. Where I can show my true self. Where I won’t be embarrassed. It’s like a warm and fluffy blanket that covers me and cheers me up when I am sad. No matter how bad my day went, it always makes me feel better. My living room is a place where I spend time with my family. Where we play games and relax. As soon as you walk into the room, the only sound you can hear is laughter and jokes. But my living room isn’t just a room, it’s where we share memories and stories. My mom is a teacher and she tells me and my brother about her day. My bedroom is a place where I can spend time by myself. It’s like a little box where I can let my emotions out and feel my feelings. In my bedroom, I have a bookshelf full of books and each one tells a different tale. I have a shelf full of drawers. Each one holds something special, some of them hold memories of me from when I was younger. Some of them hold my hobbies. Some of them even hold smells, tastes, sights and sounds and touches. I have pictures that dance across my walls and when I look at them, I can still hear the sound of faint laughter. In general, home means to me a loving, happy, great family that loves me back. We live together and have fun together. That is what home means to me.