Home

What is home? Home is where love is. Home is where happiness is, but home is where sadness and anger can be too. Home is where your future begins, where your past stays and where your present is. A home is endless with love. A home is not just a building but where you belong. I have a home, and I am so lucky to have one. Some people do not have a home because they have no place to call home. Home is where your memories are either good or bad. Home is a special place. Home is how you think of it, meaning that you think of it in your mind with your reasons and not how someone else thinks of it. At this special place there are ups and downs in life. Never ever will you always stay happy, you will have to embrace the sad times too. For me, home is where my tradition, culture, and memories are. The most special thing at home though is my family. At home, when my mom cooks the smell of the food reminds me of home. When I taste the spectacular food my mom cooks that reminds me of home. When I see flowers and plants that reminds me of home. When I hear the piano that reminds me of home. Finally, when I hug my family that is my home. A house has four walls and a window, but a home is a feeling. At home your victories are celebrated. At home, your family is a team which means everyone is working together. For example, at my home, if someone is sad then everyone is sad but if someone is happy then everyone is happy. That is my family, and my family is my home. A house can become a home, but a home can’t become a house because a home is where you truly love and belong. That is a home.