November 4, 2016
“Hurry up your going to be late” called mom from the basement. “Hurry up you don’t want to be late for your presentation today”! “What time is it?” I asked. “7:30AM” she replied. I just wish it was Saturday so I wouldn’t have to hurry and get ready for school. Then I went down stairs got a blanket and sat on the couch. “What do you want to eat” my mom asked. “Froot loops” I said as I thought to myself in my head “why do we have school, why can’t we get homeschooled?”. That should be the way it is I want to be homeschooled! Just power through this day.
The bell rings and it is the end of the day. When I get home I open my door and see my dad on the couch. “Hi dad” I say.” Hi buddy” he says back to me as my bookbag bangs on the solid floor. I’m hungry!” I yelled out. “Ok it will be ready soon so while I’m making you something to eat how about you go downstairs and shoot some pucks?” asked my dad. “OK” I said as I walked down the stairs and thought this is just another thing that I love about home. When I am just finishing my shooting I think for a second “what happens if you’re homeless?” You don’t have a place to call home and I just wonder how people would live like that. So I start walking up the stairs and there it is; that delicious meal on the table! When I finish eating I think to myself again how awesome it is to have a place to call home
I like having a home with my family because I get meals on the table every day, I have a roof over my head every night and there’s not much more a kid could want! In my home we try to make as many memories as we can, but only good memories not bad ones! In my house we never seem to slow down and we are always on the go.
In conclusion, these are my feelings and my thoughts on what my family does and how we are and I love it! I don’t think it could get any better than this for my family and I and all those in my life who I love. This is what I feel is the meaning of my home.