Home

Home is a magical place! It’s not like fairy-tales but it gives you joy. Home is a place like heaven, peaceful and spreading creativity. You’ll always have someone to cheer you up at home. Family Home will always have family, when you’re playing a world championship game or getting accepted to Harvard etc. Your family will be cheering you on, and they will be proud waiting at home. When school is over and you’re walking to your home, you’ll know your family is waiting for you. You’ll be happy to be at home, smiling and hugging your mom/dad greeting you from coming home. Home will always have family inside, proud of you. Without them, your home will be empty and have no joy. Protection Your home is a shield when it’s windy,raining, or snowing. You will always be under a roof protected at home. It will always protect you from natural disasters (tsunamis, tornados,volcano eruptions,floods, earthquakes etc). Home will always protect you from robbers that want to rob you and always keep you cozy and safe. Creativity Sometimes you want to draw or you want to create something new. Home will always be the place where you can spread your creativity freely whenever you want to.Some places will stress or make you sad because you have been trying something new and finally did it BUT that place kicks you out because they don't let you spread creativity. Your home will always let you spread your creativity freely, you’ll feel happy and relieved to spread your creativity. Home is a place where no one can spread your creativity. What home means to me (a little poem in an essay). Home to me means the sound of my brother playing with his friends. The touch of my stuffies laying on my bed, the smell of my mom’s famous chicken in rice of my whole entire house, the taste of the love in my moms food, and the sight of my dad hugging me. Home isn't just a house to me, home is everything for me. Home isn't just friends and family coming, home is the fun that we have inside. Home is everything except for hate, and bad things. About the author. The author is a girl. She loves her family and friends (will always) and got the idea of an essay and a little poem. She is grateful that humane society exists and that they builds homes for homeless people, she wishes that the humane society can get houses for everyone in the world if it’s possible and respect because a lot of people don’t respect homeless people or the homeless people don’t respect what the humane society is doing for them. She wishes everyone a lovely and happy life and lots of patience. This was the essay and poem Home.