My Home

My home isn't a place, it isn't a building, it's where I feel safe. It's where memories are made. It's where my family is, it's where I feel calm. It's where I feel nice. Even when people are mean to me there are people that love me just like I love my house. When I come downstairs I smell my mom's cooking before I go to school. I'm surrounded by people I like but I like my home the most. When I come home I see my family and I love them just like I love my home. Sometimes I need my home. I love my home