Home

Home is more than just a house. To me, home feels like a book filled with memories and love. When l step into my home, I can feel a warm breeze of love. Home feels like a blanket wrapped around my heart. Sometimes, I feel like my home is telling me “ that l am in a safe place “ . Home gives me a roof over my head. Home is a place where I can let my feelings out the sad ones and the happy ones. Home is a place surrounded by loving people. After a long day at school, home is there to comfort me. When I say home I mean my family ,food, music. Sometimes I feel like my home has this delicious smell that fills my heart. My favorite scent is cinnamon and fresh bread. During the winter when it's cold and it's freezing outside, we love making cinnamon buns and then the whole house is warm and smells very nice. After a long vacation, I want to come back home because I feel like I belong there. I love having people at my house so they can experience what I do. Every time I have play dates my home welcomes them. No matter how big or small it is, the meaning of home is still the same. The most important thing to have at home is love, family and friends, and memories. I'm very grateful that I have home. Some people are without home but I am sure that home is still inside their hearts. Home is where your heart says -I'm good, I can rest now. I love quiet mornings on the weekends, family movie nights filled with laughter and just that feeling of belonging. No matter what, home is the place where you feel the happiest, the safest and most loved.