When my teacher first asked me to make a presentation about how I feel about home I didn’t know what to say.
But then I remembered I love my dad and wherever my dad is it’s home to me.
I also feel comfort. I never worry about where my next meal is going to come from.
I can feel okay to show my emotions whether that’s sad, happy, mad, my dad will understand and help me.
I know this poem is supposed to be about home but I feel home when I’m with my dad so that’s my home to me.