The Home Where I Can Be Me

Driving along a neighborhood we come across a house, not just any house, but a house that I can be me. There I read every book I can and make pipe cleaner flowers and watch my dog roll all over the carpet. As I walk through the front door, I feel the fluffy carpet and my hard wooden stairs. Walking upstairs I walk past my friendly plants, enter my bedroom where my mom has served me delicious vegetables. I jump right on to my warm, fuzzy and super comfortable bed, and my sister comes to tell me, “DInner is ready.” As I head downstairs, I hear my sister playing the piano ferociously and very harshly. My mom is making warm homemade mac and cheese. I say, “This looks very yummy.” My sister walks past my craft section and says I need to clean it up. It's a little too messy. As dinner finishes and sunset has passed and we sit down on the couch for a refreshing cup of tea. I walk up stairs for bed past my stairs, through the hallway past all my plants . I got ready for bed then I entered my room with love and care. I say, “Goodnight,” and lay peacefully and graciously in my bed. I wake up with my book to read and a cup of water ready to start my day. My Grandma picks me up to go make sandwiches for the homeless people with my sister. We drove past my family's beautiful garden. We see a couple of bunnies running gracefully through the garden with care. We see my dad pulling out the harsh weeds in the ground. After a long time there we arrive back home and that's when I say, “This is the home I belong, where I can be me.”