The Place that Holds Memories

My home, my home feels like love and warmth, its where my family and people who I love are, in my home I feel like I belong, my family makes sure that I'm loved, supported, and happy there. My home doesn't feel like school or my friends house, it feels like my own with my own special things, one special thing that happens a lot on sunday is waffles, from scratch my mom makes them the best. I smell my mom making muffins or banana bread at nine o clock at night it smells like bananas and goodness, home is also my cats and dogs play fighting grr, ruff, moew, it makes me feel like I'm in a big family with them like it should. But sometimes I pick up the wrong cat cookie and touch her swollen face and she comes back at me and attacks me. I yell and scream while I pull my cat off and my mom takes it and my cat goes back outside. Then I have a shower well the waters running down my legs, My mom bandages my neck while sitting there in pain, later I give goldfish to my cat in shame. Home means love, home means safe, home is fun, Home means everyone is there at the same place, home is the one and only place.