The Best Place in the World

The best place in the world is called home. Home is the place where I stay, it doesn’t matter if it’s eight years or a day. I sleep in a bed with a roof over my head, it’s comfortable for me all the time and every house I live in feels just fine. I don’t care if it’s big or small. People see what matters to me is that I live in peace. I have a room and it's pink, all the houses that I lived in never seemed to shrink. They never look small, they always look big. When I went to my first house in Canada I did a funny jig. I learned English when I was three and I'm learning French now I'm 9. Throughout the years I had a lovely time. In my life I moved to a lot of places, between me and my house there are no spaces. Every day I walk to school seeing people's houses small and big. I never think my house is small I am always grateful. There are some people in this world who don’t have place to stay some people are ungrateful for where they live. When I first moved into my house I didn’t have any complaints. I slept on the floor the first night, every day I wake up I see a light. This house makes me look on the bright side - I never wish for anything bigger and my house isn't small even though people might say my house stands tall. Everyone's house is a beautiful place. They enjoy life and have fun and its great. I wish everybody had a home - square, circle or a dome. They deserve everything we do. Everything we have is great and everyone should have a home.