What Home Means to Me

Each day when I wake up, I smell my breakfast cooking. I hear the birds chirping, the wind blowing, the trees wrestling. My dad walks in. It is like breakfast is almost ready. Come on. I feel grateful that he took time to make me breakfast. I feel great about school. Few people have school. I feel sad and bad for these people who do not have school. I walk and walk in and have my delicious breakfast. I brush my teeth. I feel grateful for the water. The water flows through the river that goes through my property. It is small, but it is big when it rains. Yes, sometimes it is raging, sometimes it is calm and quiet at home. Some say home where the heart is. I say home is where you love. Home is where you belong, whom is where you can make mistakes and have fun. Home is where you belong. I have a million places where I call home. I cannot pick one because I cannot. Anywhere that is fun, bright, feels happy and like home. Those places, those places I love, those are my homes. My friend's house on a warm, sizzling summer day. The beach in the summer everywhere is home to me. I have a million upon a million. Oh, places I call home. I cannot choose one because. Everywhere, where I go, where I have been, where I feel like I belong, that is home to me. I have spoken my fair share. Where do you feel bold? Where do you think you will have fun? where some people need help with that for humanity, we need to support Me to help Habitat for Humanity.