What Home Means To Me

When I think of home what comes to mind is that I love that there’s love, hugs, and kisses. When I come back home from school, I give my mom and grandma a hug then I go to my room and hug my favorite blankie. I call it my snuggle buddy. When I’m in my room I read a book to it because it’s my protective blanket. Every time in the morning my mom makes me oatmeal, she knows what I like. It makes me feel so loved! When my mom gives me kisses it’s so warming! When my grandma gives me a hug, she makes me happy! My house is full of love.