Home is Not a House

A house has 4 walls, 1 roof and maybe even a second floor. Some people get food everyday when their parents or guardians go out and have to pay. Unfortunately food is not cheap, some people don't even get to eat. They go to bed hungry and sleep with a sheet. Luckily for me, I don't have to experience the unfortunate times other people experience in their everyday lives. I come home and get to see my dog, cat, friends and family. After a long day, I think how lucky I am to have a home! The place with the fresh taste of dads yummy food and the buttery smell of toast filling the air in the morning. The smiles on our faces as we laugh together. The taste of a homemade ice cream sundae on my lips. I’m comfortable, safe and warm. I feel loved. The community where I´ve grown up. The school where I listen to my teachers' trustworthy advice. I feel the cold dirt beneath my fingers at the playgrounds where I play with my friends. The smell of the food trucks at our community events. I see the beautiful birds, flying past my window. The vanilla ice cream that I eat on hot summer days. Where everyone is willing to help each other through the ups and downs. I feel safe. My home is more than just a house, it's a family. When I play with my siblings, Lachy and Lucie, I realize how much I care about them. Dad and Mom do fun stuff for me. I love them so much even when things are tough. I love my family - they give me so much happiness. My family is my home.