The Best Rest Home

Home is not just a roof with walls and a floor It's a place, where I feel welcomed Home is where I go when I'm feeling down. I look around town with a frown on my face searching for home while drowning with sadness until I get home. Home is a place where I sleep in my cozy, upper bunker. It's where My mom tells me stop drinking punch, and eating junk instead to eat a chunk of vegetables. Home is a place where your hugging beloved parents are day and night. Home is where the people that are dear are, every year.