What Home Means to Me

I woke up on a sunny morning, a week before school and thought, today, I’m going to stay here and appreciate my home. I went downstairs and had breakfast.Then I went to the piano and started playing. I got lost in music and started thinking about my bedroom, how it was so soft and good for reading and sleeping. Then I thought about the playroom, how we watch movies together and have fun as a family. Then there is the game room which I am in now, where we play games together or play the piano, or just talk. Then there is the dining room where we eat and talk and tell stories. Finally, there is the kitchen and common room where we cook and read or play. I feel sorry for every person without a home that has to live in a tent. I stop playing the piano and go play with my friends.