Home Is Where My Heart Lives

My home connects to my heart like two magnets. It’s where I feel safe, loved, and wanted. Nothing else can replicate the feeling of coming home from a stressful school day to see my mom smiling, my brothers laughing and my dad happy. I forget my sadness and it turns into happiness, a happiness that only MY home can make, by connecting to my heart. When we talk about how our days went at the dinner table, I feel like they are listening and I won't be judged. My home is like a kingdom, one that never fails to protect our happiness and our love. My home smells like good food, something I always look forward to. Home carries countless memories, some good, some bad. Sometimes I feel sad, but my home makes me no longer feel bad. My home connects to my heart in many ways, I wish I could share them all but if I did, then this would never end. It isn't a normal home, it's MY home!