Being Home Makes Me Happy

Being home allows me to express emotions I usually keep locked inside. I feel safe sharing anything with my mom, knowing my secrets are safe with her. Home is where I can remember past pets. When I am home before I go to bed I look at a wall of pictures, some recent, some when I was younger, some when I was in the fields with flowers. Home is where I know I feel loved. I love the comfort of my room sinking into my bed feels like floating on a cloud up high in the sky. Home is where I can remember my past pets. Home is where I can remember Even though my brother can be annoying by blocking the TV he is mostly nice to me. We sometimes end the evening playing games like monopoly or charades with family and friends, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Dinner is a special time for storytelling, especially hearing about my dad's intense experiences as a police officer. Dinner is a special time for storytelling, especially hearing about my dad’s intense experiences as a police officer. Some of my favorite moments are spent by the fireplace, snuggling with the dogs we pet-sit while my parents cook homemade meals nearby. When I am home I feel I can wear anything I want and not feel embarrassed. When I am in my warm bed doing nothing around dinner time I smell that warm yummy cooked food from downstairs and when I hear “Its dinner time come on down!” I race my brother downstairs following that yummy smell coming from downstairs. It makes my tummy rumble and say I want food! When I am in my home I feel loved and feel like spreading joy to others!