My Home

My home is the place where I belong. My home has a special place in my heart that I will never forget because it's my heart. I sing songs from my favourite artist, Taylor swift, and I dance and sing to it. My house is very different from my home because there are objects in my house and feelings in my home. An object can be built and a feeling can not. That is because a feeling is in the very middle of your heart. An object definitely can not surpass the touch of warm cuddly puppys surrounding you, like a loving kitty sleeping, like your loving family who absolutely loves you for who you are. If I had to pick one place to live for my whole life I would pick my home, because when I walk from school into my house I feel a warm hug of relief rushing through my body as my mother asks me what I want for dinner. I say “whatever you want mom!” She says, “i'll make something good!” Your house can be a birdhouse or a dome or whatever you call home. Your home can be a bench or a blouse or whatever you call your house. Your home can be a comb or a stone or whatever you call home.