My home is my family

When people think of home they think of the roof, walls and just one place. But it is not the memories and family and that is what you should. It should be a place where you can be yourself and you are loved and welcome. And when I feel safe it feels like home. My kitchen is like a rascal of spice but when it is ready it is so yummy. At home I learn so many things and I can play. When I come home, my mom comes and she hugs me and asks me what I did at school but some days I have classes. We watch tv to gather at the end of the show my dad is probably asleep. And we have the best time ever.