My Home

Being home is the best feeling, it’s warm, sweet, delightful and neat. When I walk in the door, my Mum comes in and hugs me and asks me how my day was. I always say, “It was great!” Somedays I come home sad, but family knows how to fix that! I’ve gone to many homes, each with a different feeling. Some were warm, some were cold, some were welcoming, and some were bold. My home was different from each house, it has a different meaning. My home to me means peace, home to me is also the people, My Mum, My little sister, and Layla. That's what makes people's homes different from mine. It's the people inside.