Home

Home is like a different land with meny loving hands. Home is like a feeling not a place made of my family’s grand grace. Home is where we play great games like Catan and Sorry. Home is where we eat foods like dosas and pani puris. Home is where I annoy my sister and then get told on with lots of joy. Home is like a comfortable hat which you like to be with. A Home is not a house. Since a home has love a house does not. Home is the place where I do not care how I look, act and talk since no one there will judge me. Home is where I deal and feel with every emotion but my mom and dad’s wise words get me through. Home is the place that I love.