My Home, My Friend

Home is more than a word or building. It is more than a place or object. For me, home is a friend. It protects me during dark times, it keeps me warm during winter. Each room is as unique as a bloom. The rooms bring back many memories. As I look outside the windows, I thank God that He gifted us a house that shelters us. I think of the people that don’t have a warm home… The smell of homemade recipes and sweets reminds me of how sweet home is. When I hear laughter, that makes me excited. When I see my mom, dad and sister all together in one place, nothing can make me happier! When I have a bad day, or I feel sad, the only place that cheers me up is home. It is the only place where I can calm down. It is where my family and I gather around to talk and laugh together. So, no matter what, home will be the best place to live in the whole world.