my home

Everyday after school I drive up my driveway wondering what's happening in my house.if there's a show playing or food being cooked or my brothers playing with their toys.when i walk through the door a wind of happiness and joy flies at me. As I take my shoes off I walk into the kitchen and a delight of sun shines through the windows.a home is just not a house you sleep in or eat in. A house is a safe place to talk to people and lots of tears of sadness and happiness a house is a place to laugh and love.and the people in the house love you and care about you and you can trust them and they know they can trust you. As i lay in bed at night looking at the ceiling thinking about my amazing home and i finally drift of to sleep.(after reading this i want you to really think about how grateful you are to have a home and have a family)the end