My Home

When I think of home, I think of the laughter at the dinner table as we talk over our food. When I think of home I think, of my dog scouting the window waiting for the next person to walk by. When I think of home I think, of my big backyard with some but not a lot of moss. When I think of home, I think of my room as a place where I can sleep knowing that I am loved and protected.