A FRESH HOME

Home reminds me of my bed and the amazing food my mum cooks. My home reminds me of playing outside in the nice cold breeze on a trampoline. Home, somewhere I can be free with my family. Home is not just a place to sleep; it's a place filled with memories. When the sun goes down, I'm not forced to sleep. I am free to see, and I love the heat. Cold or hot, I am at home. Home reminds me of sitting down and watching movies with my brother. We laugh and cry, but it’s alright. I live in a precious home like my name in a house with the things I need. Memories fill more and more. We share stories and play ‘til bored. Home is my happy place, where I can stay and sleep. In the four walls there is brightness and laughter. I am not judged in this my home, I am loved. We sit, stay, and love. Every minute is a memory building up. Thinking about my bed where I can relax in my warm bed sheets. The smell of violets fills the room, with nice air fresheners filling the house. I remember that smell because it’s my mum’s favorite scent. Outside my window things change, birds chirping, birds singing. Sometimes I hear rain, sometimes thunder, there might be a fright, but it never lasts too long. In my home things are different, it’s not like school, it’s home. How do you feel about home breeze?