When I walk into my home
I can almost see my future.
I love my family.
They are very important.
Sometimes we fight and sometimes we yell but we will always make up
because we all love each other
and we always will.
When I get back from school
I can smell it’s home
then I go to the basement
and play all day long.
It’s time to sleep.
I cozy up in my bed where I am safe
with dreams in my head.
It’s morning time I woke up early
I’m almost late I better hurry.
I love my home.
It’s always free
except when all I have to do is clean.
But even when my home is a mess
I don’t like it any less.
My home is a place where I live
and some people aren’t as lucky as me because they don’t have a home
to give them comfort when they are sad.
So that is why I like my home and my home is the only place I would want to go.