I Love my Home

My home is loved. Home feels like a butterfly. Home feels like a butterfly, my family started with my mom and dad. My mom met my dad and she was glad. They both fell in love, as affectionate as a dove. They had my sister, my great grandma died and they missed her. Then they had me and I felt so free . The family was growing, we were all just flowing and glowing The reason I think my family is a butterfly is because it started off small and started to grow into something beautiful and just feels soft. The family keeps growing, and feels colorful, for example my cousin’s wife is pregnant. And my family helps me with my assessments. My house is also my home. My house feels like a happy, cozy dome. My favorite part of my house is my room or the living room where we can watch tv and resume. My room is cozy and filled with greenery or a nice, cozy, warm scenery. My home feels like my dog. When she cuddles or when it rains and we play in puddles. I adore it when she comes to me and licks my hand. Like when I am sad she can understand. Sometimes I like to sleep with her when I feel lonely or hurt. She can come and cuddle in my oversized shirt. Whenever I say the word “walk” her ears go up. It's so adorable and enchanting that my heart feels in tears. This dog truly showed me what home means to me. She filled my home with happiness, advantages and thrill. I love my home.