What My Home Means to Me

Home… to me home is a safe place where I can be however and do whatever. Home is like a shell for an oster, it protects me from the outside world. Although it is made of wood and bricks it feels indestructible. All the rooms have a different feeling, like my kitchen it always has this amazing smell of tacos and butter chicken. My living room is a place where I go to watch movies and sit with my cat. Well, I am talking and laughing with my family. But best of all, my bedroom, my bedroom is where I sleep, chill and relax and sometimes even eat in bed if my mom lets me. But what I learned through the years that I have been alive at home is about family like mom when she takes you out to get your favourite food sushi. or dad when he takes you out to play basketball. Also your step dad who buys you an awesome freaking side by side (honda by the way). And last but not least your annoying little brother, when you play lego with him and play with him outside. So in summary my home is not just a building it is a place to be me and a place where people understand me. THANK YOU FOR READING AND DONATING MONEY TO PEOPLE WHO NEED IT