To me, a home is where I see a rainbow everyday and where I see the moonlight and the stars.
I know I am lucky to have a home. Some people do not have a home and others don’t understand what home is. A home is not just a warm place and a warm bed, it is where my spirit is free and my family loves me.
It is a place where friends come and there is room for everyone. It is a place where we share food and good times; it is a friendly place to gather.
My home is where I see colourful flowers, nice green grass, trees, birds and animals. I dance in my yard with all of them. My home is the place where I am happy and where I feel joy.
A home is a place that is warm and comfortable. It is a place that protects you from storms of any sort. It is a place you can be yourself, and where there are people you love.
Home is a place where you can grow up and learn to soar, like a bird getting ready to fly. I know I will always fly home.
I feel sad for people who do not have a place to call home. A home is not a street, a car, or a box. Those places are not warm or safe. It would be hard to dream and grow up in a place like that.
Every home is different and that is good. We are all different and that is what makes us all special.
I think everyone should have a place they can call home. A place where they feel safe, loved and where they can dream. I am glad I have a place I can call home.