What home means to me

What home means to me is my room my mom and my dad make me feel safe with them. My mom and dad lock the doors at bedtime so that nobody can break in the house. The colors of my room they are pretty, and my bed is comfy and soft and a lot of blankets. It makes me happy when I come in my house. I like my room because it is clean, and I can do my makeup at my vanity. It is white. If I got anything on it, I would be in trouble. My dad would be mad, and I would be mad at myself because I would ruin it and that would not be good because I do not like being in trouble. I smell supper and I feel my bed, it is so soft. I have a lot of blankets and stuffies. I do my makeup a lot of times. It is so much fun. It is the best in the world. The end of the story by Marley. I love my story so much it is the best in the world.