Home is Where the Heart Is

One day my friend moved far away. It was sad on that gloomy day. I thought everything would be fine, so, I went to school again. When I walked in the class, I lost another friend. I could not go to sleep that nighttime. The only thing that could cheer me up was a little rhyme. So, I asked myself “what does home mean to me?” I thought it was a good question. I asked my family if they had a suggestion. All of them said to me. It was because of family. I went to my room ready for bed. Then my mom walked into my room and said: “I know you miss them and it’s hard. Because they have moved far. What does home mean to you?” she said to me. I said, “it’s my family”. “What does home mean to you? You never asked your friend, but it is too late because it is. The End!”