My home

My favorite place in the whole wide world is my home. When I talk about my home I can’t describe how much l love it. My words just jumble up and stick together and when l try to say it a different way they come out the same way and nobody can understand me! It makes me so mad. When I go home and tell my mom she will just tell me to calm down and go play but that doesn't help at all. It will just make me even madder but it always seems to work. I think the reason it works is because I am home and that is my favorite place ever! I am at home so much with my mom and dad. When I have nothing to do I make up games with me and my home. When I go to school it makes my stomach hurt because I am not home and that makes me not feel safe! Even though it is really safe, it’s not my home. That happens all the time and I mean all the time. Why do l love my home so much? Because it is where all my things are and l would never want to lose all my things and my memories and whatever. Home makes me, well, me and l don’t want to be anybody else because l am my mom’s little girl and I am my dad’s little girl too and l will never leave my home!