What home means to me

Homes are important because they shelter you in rainstorms, snowstorms, ETC. It’s also crucial in protecting you from the winter cold What home means to me is a family that loves one another; as a house is just a house without a family in it, or a broken family. My home means to me about ¼, or maybe even ⅓ of my life. The rest is caring for my family and my religion. I share my house with my dad, my mom, and my sister, and they are the best family an 11 year old could have in the world. Thanks mom and dad, for bringing me into this world (and the lord too). In my house I smell the delicious and wonderful food my mom/dad cooks. Unless I’m eating, I taste the pure air I smell as well if my mom/dad is not cooking. I see the inside of my house, clean and well organized and it ‘s looks refreshing with how clean it is. I can hear my birds chirping, as I have four of them, and they are so cute. I can touch them as well, and they are too fluffy for me, for the birds I have always cuddle in with me. Those people who don’t have a house in the winter will be shivering in the cold, and if I could, I would give them shelter. May the lord have mercy on these people, and may he guide them.