My Home

Home is where I grow up. Home is where we have shelter from freezing cold rain. When I think of those people who are homeless, I always feel sorry for them. When I am at a sleepover at my friend's house and get homesick, I feel like I need to call Mom to drive me home. “Home” is where me and my family are safe from bad weather and horrible creatures. My home is cozy and comfortable. Home is where me and my family can celebrate with friends and family. It is where me and my family will sit on the chair beside the campfire, watching the stars and northern lights dance around the night sky. Home is where my family and I will live together forever.