My Home is Where I Belong

Home can be everywhere. My loving family lives in my small, cute house. A home is not only made of bricks or wood, it is made from the love of a family. My family is very loving. They won't let a single tear fall from my eye. Whenever I step into my house, I feel love and happiness. My cute baby sister hugs me and my mom and dad ask me how my day was. The smell of my mom's yummy food that she is cooking, fills the air. Our living room is the place where we have pillow fights and movie nights. I always feel so comfortable there. I think everyone deserves freedom and a roof on top of their heads so let's help them build a home.