My Family is my Home

Home is where my family is, home is where I can just sit and talk for hours with the people I love, even when I’m mad and don’t wanna talk to anyone, it’s my home because even if my home is messy at times its still where my family are, and my family are the ones who give me life, make me happy and help who they can. I truly wouldn’t be who I am today without my home and the people in it. Home is where I can make art and share it with people I care about, where I can think about stuff to make and chat with my family. Where I can draw with my sisters or colour with all my family talking about all our days, showing off our art and telling people how cute it is, getting to use new paints, markers or pens after spending hours in the store. With my family my art always looks good. Home is where I’m at my best, where I can be myself, feel good about myself, even if my hair is a mess, nothing I’m wearing is matching and I just don’t look good, somehow my home can make all those feelings go away. When my hair is up, I have a facemask on and I’m with friends and family, even if I look crazy I wouldn’t care because I’m with people who could never make me feel bad about looking messy. I love my home and the family and friends who come in it.