Home to Me

It takes hands to build a house but, it takes love and hearts that build a great home. Home is a place that we can’t give up and hopes and dreams is what we are made of. Home to me is love, happiness and supported. A home is a lot of feelings to me. It is love, peace and memories that happen. When I get home, I see my dad, sisters and my dog Thunder. Every day I get home it feels like a new Memory that is made. After a while my mom comes home. We eat dinner and It is always good. At home I can eat things I want, and no one can say I can't. Home is the people in my house. There is my Mom, Dad, Hayley and Rebecca. My sisters and I can't forget my dog. Home is where I spend time doing cool things with me family. We play board games we watch movies and art, crafts. I also love going on bike rides in the summer when the sun is setting. Home is a lot of memories and I am never going to lose them. Home is where I can cry or be sad and no one can be mean or make fun of me. Home is a great place to be, and home does not take hands to build. It takes love and hearts to build an amazing place to live and charges. I love my home and there is nothing that is going to stop that.