When I think of home, I think of all the gatherings that we have had around our table. My grandparents and my parents and my little brother and sister all eating and chatting.
I also think of the fires that we have outside in our fire pit. It’s dark out and we listen to music. My little brother and sister run around, going crazy.
Home makes me think of my cat, chasing a mouse. She finds the mice in the grass and puts them on the porch. Sometimes she throws them up in the air.
I’m happy and lucky that I even have a house. I feel bad for the homeless people that don’t have a nice, warm house like mine. I wish that everyone could have a safe house like mine.