What Home Means To Me

They say, “home is where the heart is.” I say, “home is where the family is.” I love my home because I am surrounded by a family who loves me. My ears are happy at home because I can hear the sound of cooking, my brother playing video games, and my fish’s tank. I love my home because whenever I am away from home, I don’t feel right, but when I am back at home, I feel perfect. My heart is happy at home because when I finally get home from a far away place I have a warm feeling. I love my home because every time I make a graphic novel, draw a picture, paint a picture, or write a card for someone, they say “thank you for showing your talent.” My hands are happy at home because I like it when I make graphic novels with my awesome hands. My eyes are happy at home because I love watching my colourful L.E.D lights that light up my room. My purple, blue, and pink betta fish lives in my room and he means a lot to me. I watch him swim around his tank and around his little octopus inside. I feel calm and happy when I watch him. They say, “there is no place like home.” I say, “there’s no place I’d rather be.”