What Home Means To Me

Home is something that I call “a happy place and a flower blooming”. That happy place is a place where I feel included every day and everywhere. Home is a place that I call “a flower blooming”. I call it that because home is a relaxing place where I can just be myself and calm down by sitting on my couch or talking to somebody I trust. I love my house because: I can be whoever that I want. I can wear whatever I want and still be included. My happy place is my bedroom because I can hug my stuffies whenever I am angry or mad. At my house I can have some tough times, but when that happens I always go to my bedroom and hug my stuffies, because they understand what happened.