My Crazy Home

My home feels safe because it protects me from strangers. My home is as comfortable as my bed. My home sounds like laughter and my brother screaming. My home looks like smiles as everybody was smiling. My home smells like pepperoni and cheese pizza my mom bakes in the oven at least once a month. My home is like a little orb when I'm feeling down. My home reminds me of the "Home Alone" movie because kids are running around as we prepare to go outside together as a family. My home reminds me of that day my brother smacked me on the face when he was trying to wake me up. My home maybe crazy but is still my safe space. My home maybe is messy but it is still something I carry in my heart wherever I got. I love my home.