What is your home? To me, my family is my home. It’s not my house, but it could be. A house and a home are very different things. A home is where or what you feel happy and welcome in or with. I remember when I found out what home is for me.
“Girls, do you want to come play outside?” my mom asked one night. “sure”we both said at the same time. So we got all our winter clothes on because it was winter.
Then we went outside and I started digging a hole in the snow in the the front yard. Alison ,my sister, did the same thing in our neighbor’s front yard because they were away and they’re our friends. It was pretty fun. My mom helped us both with digging. Mine turned into a little hut and for Alison’s, we dug on the other side of the hole and made a tunnel. After we were done making them we started playing in them. Finally we got so wet and cold that we decided to go inside and have hot chocolate. Inside we got our stuff off, and had hot chocolate with marshmallows. We had a great time that night, and I don’t know about anyone else but i’m looking forward to next winter so we can do it again. It’s important to have a house and a home because it makes you feel happy and welcome.