Home Sweet Home

Home is where I get to be me.I hear the birds chirping and also my grandfather yelling at my grandma.I smell my grandma cooking chicken in the oven and I smell the rags that got on fire.Another thing I smell is the sweat coming down my grandpa's face. When I get back from school I go on my couch and I feel like I am on a cloud.Though I am picky when it is time to eat. I still thank god for what I got. I hope that god gives you a home because everyone should have a home. Everyday when it is night I pray for four other people to have a home. The last thing I love is not what is in it but it is how is in it.L ike my family or like my friends or maybe your pets. Its like I said home is where the love is or home is where your imagination is.Home is where life is to be grown. . Home is somewhere I get to be and where I get to be me. With out home you can't have internet or a loving family. Home is where the love is.