Home is Love
November 4, 2016
Home is Love
“Errr!” The old school bus stops in front of my house after a long day at school. I walk in the front door and take my heavy bag off my throbbing shoulders. “I am home!” I say.
Home to me is a place where I can be myself. It is a place where I know I am safe and loved by my family. My family and I love to have lots of fun so it is a place where I feel happy and joyful. I love my home!
Home is the most comfortable and relaxing place on earth. I love to drift off to sleep at night buried under my fleece sheets and puffy comforter. I love to wake up to the smell of oatmeal in the kitchen. Home is familiar. There is no place I feel more happiness. I love to hear my brother and father shouting for joy when the Blue Jays get a home run. I love to hear my sisters music blaring from behind her bedroom door. Home sounds like love.
I know how blessed I am to have a home filled with love, joy and warmth. I only have to drive downtown to see that everyone is not as fortunate as I am. I see people living on the streets looking tired and alone. I realize that they don’t have a cozy bed to sleep in, the smell of delicious food to enjoy or the loving sounds of family to make them feel happy.
Having a home is important. Don’t you think? I think it is. If you had nowhere to go and spend with your family and have home cooked meals what would you feel like? You would probably feel sad and alone. Think about the homeless people. They would feel like that everyday. I am going to leave you with this question. What would you do if you did not have a home?