A Book of Memories

Home isn’t just a building. it’s a book full of every memory and loving moment captivated in its pages. It’s where I can be myself, and be free from the chaos of the outside world, into a calm loving environment. Home is the aromatic smell of my mother’s exquisite cooking, the sound of scratching of my pencil against my homework, it’s where I eat delicious home-cooked meals and sink into soft lush clouds after a long day. Home isn’t just a decorated building, it’s where I am understood, and where I am surrounded by loving and compassionate people. It’s my haven when I am in sad, vulnerable moments. Home isn’t just a building, it’s a place where I can feel relaxed and calm, knowing that I have a place I can go to when I am in situations where I need a place to hide. It’s a book full of every memory and loving moment captivated in its pages.