Home Sweet Home

In my home I feel safe. Safer than I do outside. My home is where my pride and joy are in. I love the feeling of walking in. My family greets me in best of best ways. As I see my 2 bunnies jump in joy. 1 more bunny in heaven who's watching me grow. Everywhere my parents go I go to. Home is like travelling every single month to provinces and camps or countries. Home is where I learned to talk and write. Home is where I watch my older sisters struggle while she studies. Home is where I bake roti with my mom while watching tv. Home is where I make mistakes and I learn from them. Home is where my dad has renovated the kitchen, stairs, bathroom, and floor. Home is love to me. Sometimes my family will all be comedians because of all the mom jokes and dad jokes. Home is laughter to me. Home is where I got to hospitals because I get hurt a lot. Home is caring for me. That's what home means to me. Sometimes there will be ups and downs but after a week or so they will just flutter away. I love writing, reading, and science. All of those are home to me. Sometimes I might fail but I know that I have a loving, warm, cozy, and comfy home waiting for me.