When I Go Home

When I go home I'm greeted by my dog that is chewing his favourite toy log. When I go home my mom is a cook whilst my brother reads his favourite book. My dad gets home and a greeting is thrown. I love my humble little abode and that's what happens when I get home. My home is where I feel secure, I feel secure that is for sure. I lay my head and go to bed when I remember an article I read.Habitat for humanity it helps people’s sanity. Thank you for a place where people can feel safe.