Home

When I think of home I think of my family. My home means my dog braking out. I like reading in my bed then putting my book down falling asleep calm and relaxed and waking up in my bed and seeing the sunshine coming through my window. When I come back from a place that isn’t my home. When I walk in the door, I feel happier. The animals make me feel happier. We have dogs, chicken’s and cats. I think of h o m e. I feel safe at home.