Houses aren’t a building. It’s a Home.

I go home to my house after a long day of school. I see my mom and hug her. She says: “How was your day at school?” I tell her the truth. “It was horrible. I didn’t do my work and now I have to do it at home.” “That IS horrible!” She says. She brings me to her arms and hugs me. “Tomorrow will be a better day, I'm sure of it.” I'm not so sure. I say in my mind. I go downstairs and play video games with my best friend and then I go to bed. Tomorrow, the next day I got sad and angry because I don't like school and since I was sad I didn't do my work again!! At first, I wanted to cry but then I thought of my mom. And everything made me feel better. Even when I knew I had to do it at home! I came home and told my mom she was right. And she says “I knew it!” joking around, we laugh and laugh. At dinner we all have fun. Then we play board games and then I get to go downstairs and have a little fun before I go to bed. And every time I got sad I thought of my mom and it made everything feel better. I got home once again after a long day. And at dinner, we ate and then I slept. I was comfortable because my home was my safe place where I could enjoy myself.