Home is more than a house. Houses are wood, metal, nails and screws. To me, home is love, it’s happiness, and where you learn. There are way, way too many people without homes in the world, and I’m writing this for all of them.
Home is where my most loved ones are. When I’m sick at home, my mom will care for me because she loves me. My brother teaches me about computers, because he loves me. My dad makes me things, like a zip-line, because he loves me. Home is the place where I’m the most loved.
Home is my happy place. It’s where I have fun, rest, and be silly with my mom. I can relax, read, and have me time at home. Home’s where I can play, and go for walks with my dog. If I’m mad, sad, or angry, I know I can go home and tell it all to my family, then I’ll feel better, and have a bit of fun.
Home is where I learn the most important lessons. It’s where I learned how to talk, walk, and read. Home is where I learned to be a little sister, and it’s where I learned how to share and care. Home is where I learned to care for pets, and work a computer. Home’s where I learned to be me.
Home means everything to me, so I can’t imagine what it would be like to be homeless. Habitat for Humanity is awesome because they help homeless people. Home is the place where I’m the most loved, it’s where I’m happy, and where I learned to be me. I think home is the best place in the world.