Home To Me

Home to me is where I can be me. No one can tell me how to be. That’s why like my home so much. It’s not just a house it’s my home. If it’s your home no one can tell you how to be or what you have to be. Because it’s your home. Well, your parents’ house you should be you. In the morning, I wake up knowing it’s a new day. But the last was so much fun I’m happy tow start new. I like eating dinner as a family even though we’re busy my parents make time. I love my home. It’s where I’m me no one can stop me from being me. On the weekend I wake up happy that it’s the weekend, but school was fun it’s nice to be at home. In the morning a get out of bed and say in my head what a good day for a walk. When I eat my breakfast, I think that a house is a wall and a door, but a home is just a bit more. I see so many smiles in this home it gives me hope that the day is good. That is home to me.