What Home Is

Home is full of laughter or joy. Like the smell of your favorite dish your mom is cooking or something else. Nonetheless, it’s one of the best things that happened to me. Sometimes I hate it if my sister is screaming at my face to do dishes, but most of the time I’m grateful for everything that I have in my home. I’m grateful that it is a home. I have moved 3 times, each time it became a home. Slowly and steadily it did. Sometimes I take it for granted, sometimes I think it’s not important. But it is.