A Home for Me.

When people think of the word "Home" they think of a building, with windows, a door, rooms, and more. But if they had to take a peep through those windows or open that door. If they had to spend a night in one of those rooms. Then they would find out that what many people call home they sometimes mistake for a house. There once was a man, who had a dream. He dreamt that he was walking down a long street filled with houses of all kinds. Big ones, small ones, tall ones, and short ones. As he walked along, he spotted a poor broken-down home. Windows were cracked and the house was in need of a good painting! Weeds grew everywhere around the yard. And the grass grew long and thick. He looked at the home and thought, "I would never want to own a home that looked as bad as that!" But his attention was soon attracted when he heard the sound of laughing, and the smell of a yummy apple pie that someone had just pulled out of the oven. He heard the sound of a jolly dog's bark and the sound of children happily enjoying their evening meal. He decided to take a peep through one of the windows. His eyes went wide at what he saw. Four little children with bare feet and torn clothes. The two little girls had tangled hair. and the boys had mud-streaked faces. All the children looked thin and pale. But what was this, they all had big smiles on their faces! He turned his head and saw a short woman carefully cutting big slices of apple pie. "That must be their mother," he thought. A little dog came running toward one of the children. "Woof!" he barked. the dog looked as thin a stick. The house had a warm spirit about it, but he could not understand why. Then he turned a spotted a big book on the shelf. The book glowed. "why" he wondered. Just then "ZOOOM!" a big limousine sped past. The man wondered "who could have such a fancy car at this side of town." He followed the car to a big, big house. The house was beautiful! Big cars lined the drive and servents and maids walked in and out of the fancy house. The man peeked through one of the windows and even spotted an indoor swimming pool! He thought! "now this is what I call a HOME!" "No one could ever be sad if they lived in a house like this!" But as soon as he said that, he heard yelling coming from one of the rooms. He looked through the window and saw a woman and man, yelling at the top of their lungs. two children sat on the big sofa crying big tears. "What a home!" the man thought! he never stayed long at that mansion. Exhausted, the man decided to go home. But a lot was on his mind. He thought of the two homes. "It doesn't matter where you stay, whether in a shack or in a mansion. You can create and decide how you want your home to be. I think the richest of the two families lived in that shack because they had the power to create a "home" even though they lived in a shack! They had built a mansion in a shack!" Then the man woke up. Which home would you prefer???? The End Recently, I have been spending a lot of time at home. And though the world is changing, I have discovered the things I appreciate most about my home. first of all, it's a place where I can learn from. And the things I learn here, I take it with me in life forever. I also have 3 other siblings. My home is always fun and some things always happening. This is the place where I know the people who live here will always love me, and support me in whatever I do. They will encourage me to always do my best. This is the place where I can be myself. Everyone deserves to have a place they can call "home" and that's why I decided to share my story with you. I hope that this reaches you wherever you are and encourages you.