Where Love Blooms

Traveling and sojourning can never be like home. To me, home is the safest place I know. It’s where I feel happy and contented. It’s when I’m feeling sad that my mom and dad are there to comfort me. I’ve always felt like my home is a house made of steel that cannot be knocked down. My house is a place for happiness and joy. Home is a place for comfort and love. Home is a blessing. I am glad to have a roof over my head. Some people do not have houses. When I wake up in the morning, I think of my home and how much I love it. I see my pet birds who love to sing. I have a warm bed and food to eat like pasta or soup. I've known my home for a very long time, and I like the way I feel warm and happy inside. Home is not a place, it's a feeling.