Meaning of Home

Intro You don’t have to have a house to call it a house. It can be anywhere, like a park bench or a tent. There are different homes and different types of homes. You might have a house and a bed, but just remember, some people don't have a house. Everybody has different things in your house and different people in your house, and Jesus will always be there for you in the bad times and good times. Things in my House There are a lot of things in my house. First, there is my family and my bed and food. Something about the food is so good because God made the food, and my parents cooked. I do a lot of things in my house, like sleep and eat and play and watch movies with my family and fight a lot, especially with my brother and sister. I play with my bunnies. I would play anywhere! I love coming home and smelling yummy food, and I love coming home and feeling loving warmness in my heart. I love hugging my parents when I come home. Home is Where Home is where I sit and wait until the seasons come and seasons pass. Home is where I stay safe and warm. Home is where I eat with my family. Home is where I will always be loved and cared about. Even if you’re different, you’ll always be wanted in your home. Home is where you celebrate the seasons and the holidays with your family. I love my family even if they do something wrong. What I Love about my House What I love about my home is my pool. Sometimes my cousins come, and we hang out. I love my pool. What I love most about my house is when my family and I do something together. Anything is fun with my family, even if it is renovations, and I hate renovations. I love when my friends come for sleepovers. I love cooking with my parents, but I don’t do that a lot. I love my bunnies. Their names are Nibbles and Cinnamon. They are really cute and fuzzy, but I hate putting them away because when it’s cold, we put them in the garage. I forgot to tell you, one is my brother’s and one is mine. Mine is Cinnamon and the other one is my brother’s. I love being home with my pets, and I love going out of my house and going on the bus. What Home is like every Day My home is sometimes a disaster and sometimes not, but I love my house. There is nothing I would change. Every day, my mom wakes me up with a blender. It sounds like a chainsaw, and I hear my mom and brother talking or my sister about what's going on, and “Have a good day! and “I love you,” but I'm really lucky that I have a family and if you don’t have a family, we are your family and God will be too. On Christmas, we always have to wait for my dad, and when I yell to my dad, he says “I'll be there in ten minutes!” but an hour passes and he is not done. This year we didn't get presents because we went on a trip. Every day is like this: “You do this,” “It’s your turn,” “I'm sick,” “Why? Because you’re strong.”