Home

If home has a meaning, then to me it is a shelter a place that is safe and warm, full of love and joy, with enough food to eat and clothes to wear. To me, my father is the most important part of my home. He brings me love and happiness. When I was sad because I lost a badminton match, he would always say, “Don’t give up. You will definitely win next time,” to encourage me. And when I was bored, he would always find a way to cheer me up. For instance, he might discover a game we had never played before, tell me about it, and ask if I wanted to try it. If I did, we would play it for an hour; if not, he would find another game. My mother is the one who earns money to buy me food and clothes. Even though she doesn’t play with me often, I can see that she loves me. Every time she comes back very late, she still helps me with my homework. One time I asked, “Mom, why are you helping me even though you are very tired?” She said, “Because I love you, and I want you to have a better future.” To me, my house is not just bricks and walls. It is full of love and happiness surrounding me.