Home Means Somewhere You Belong

Home makes me smile on a sad day, makes me feel warm inside, makes me feel loved, and it makes me feel like I am never alone. If I had to pick one item that brings me happiness I would pick my closet. I would choose my closet because I have so many memories, playing games with my friends and brother, playing hide and seek, just playing go fish, or just laughing till I cry. My closet has two wooden doors painted whiter than clouds on a sunny day with stickers of anything you can imagine like rainbows, butterflies, dogs, cats, flowers, Disney princesses, barbie, and more. I would feel like a Leprechaun at the bottom of a rainbow seeing all the colors and textures of my skirts and dresses. I can smell what my mom is cooking in the kitchen like pasta, pizza, sandwiches, or my mom’s famous baked apple and cinnamon. When I get bored at home I bring a couple pillows and blankets and build a fort in it and just hide until dinner. Sometimes my brother would even join me and we would laugh and make jokes together, which would really make me feel loved and at home. Because home is not a building it's a place where family and friends are. Home is in our heart