Home sweet home

My home is more than a house to me. I see laughter, joy, and fun. I don't have to hide myself, I can truly be me. I don't care what the world thinks of me when I’m in the safety of my home. My amazing family is what makes me feel at home.Whenever I feel down, my family always picks me back up. Home is what empowers me to be the best version of myself. Kicking a tree won’t help it grow, but nurturing it will help it grow big and strong. That's how home empowers me. Meanwhile, a house can be cold and empty. A house may be enormous, with fancy designs, shiny and sparkly furniture, but it also has four soulless walls and a passive roof. A house’s air may feel cool but not even that can compare to the warmth of love in my house. My home is filled with warm hugs and melodic notes of music from my brother. My family and I celebrate happy holidays at home, like Diwali, and when we celebrate it, it truly feels like the warmth of home radiates everywhere among the festivities. I love having movie nights at home because although it is nothing grand, I get to bond with my family by watching a series or a movie that all of us enjoy. During that festival of light, known as Diwali, I feel safe and sound because when I am with my family, nothing can even lay a scratch on me. I love everything about my home especially when holidays bring us all together in peace, love and togetherness and in the moment we forget about all our troubles. The smell of butter chicken, the sweet taste of jalebi reminds me of where I’m from. Home is a special place, which nothing can replace. This is my home.