Home Sweet Home
Home Sweet Home!
Houses are made of bricks and beams, homes are made hopes and dreams. To me a house is a place where you eat and sleep, a home is a place where you live and make memories for life.
Home means I feel safe to cry when I’m down, when I get home, someone is there to ask me how my day was. When I walk home from school and reach my driveway I can hear and see my adorable dogs barking loudly in the window.
Home especially means to me on Christmas morning waiting for the rest of my family to wake up to open my presents , my dog kissing ,leaping onto us and having a booming bark when she gets her new treats.
Having cake and ice cream for breakfast for my birthday. My home may not be a mansion, but no matter the shape or size of it, it will always be my home. You can replace a lot of things, but you can’t replace a home. Home is where the story begins.