Meaning of Home

Let me tell you how home feels to me, When I wake up and think in my head hopping it’s not a mopping day. my sister comes to my room at 6:20am, and tells me that mom is making food. My tummy starts rumbling like I have never had food before. And when I go downstairs I remember what admiring memories of this home has gave to me. It kept precious memories I could never forget in a life time. In every inch and corner of my home there will be a new clue to be solved. Like when I go to the kitchen my mom tells me I have to do the dishes. And I begin on my mission while I think of how grateful I am to be here. Top to bottom I have my ups and my downs with being sad in my room or being happy when I get investigate my basement. I treat my home with my cozy loving deep heart. I treat my home how it treats me like a human protecting me from rain thunder and any circumstances it gets hit from outside but inside it leaves me a pleasing environment. Because I love my home and you should love yours to it loves me like how you should treat everybody! With a click in mind I notice I’m done my dishes as in every mission has every condition of being a task. Through my door to a floor it can’t be restored if it’s ignored. From the past with a blast the future has more to be sooner but some people can’t wait so they become a snooper. But it’s still a home not a house because you moved this and that but you know the surroundings of the habitat.