Home Isn’t Just a “Place” …

Home isn’t just a place. It’s a building of memories and where I feel safe. It feels like I can push away from the world when I’m home. It’s my escape from School where it feels like jail. When I’m home it’s my paradise where I can rest and eat whenever I’m hungry. Or when I’m sick and my mom Take care of me. Or when it’s snow day and I stay home and watch the snow Fall from inside. I love my home, sometimes there’s fights, cries and laughs. No matter what, my home holds everything I love, like: my bed, my cats, and my family. I can’t put in words how much I love this building. I love my home so much.