My Home

When I walk through my mudroom door I feel a joyful, happy, amazing uproar. Then I go to my closet, it is my happy place. I read and draw till my hands need grace. Then I hear my dad say “Kids! It's dinner time!” but I want to play. Once dinner is done it's time for more fun! Even though the day is almost done. Sometimes I go outside where me and my brother slowly realize that home is where your loved ones are, not where you are too far, From your family and your friends, so this ensures that you don’t have dead ends. Then I go to my bed, where long books are read. I hear my brother say “It's time to play!” As I drift off to sleep I don't even peep for I am reflecting on my day And I never, never say what I thought about my play. Then I wake up to the morning sun and see my curtains fluttering, Like they are having fun. And just as I begin to stretch I hear my dad working with a wrench. Then I get dressed and go downstairs. I see my brother brushing his hair. I eat breakfast at The table while thinking about how lucky I am to have a house and a family too and… On that note it’s time for school! So I grab my backpack and head outside to drive, drive, drive! All the way to school I think about an amazing tool, our hands, which God gave us, we can use to help people get through their fuss with caring words and a good attitude, we can change people's moods! From sad to glad! Habitat for humanity does this well! They build houses for those who can't build them for themselves. So thank you and keep doing what you do!