My Home Stories

I know I am home when late at night my puppy Max opens my door and leaps on my bed and snuggles up next to my face and licks it waking me up. I open my eyes and see the jolly Max hoping I will get up to play but it is past my bed time. I love home. It is not just a just a building, it holds memories and stories just like this one and others. In the morning my mom is in the bright living room and she always turns on the tv, and the flashing lights and banging noises wake me up, and I know I am home. She watches her show while she makes my lunch for school and I say to myself, “I know here.” In the morning on school days, my sister Shay turns on the bright soft yellow light. Most days I put my sleeping mask back on and roll over to face the wall, however sometimes I get up from my soft and cozy warm bed and turn off the lights. I do a soft laugh and go back to sleep. I know all these stories because my home holds these memories not in the air, but in my heart. Thank you for reading my life stories with me and just to say I am so grateful for my family and the house that I live in. I love home and my family.