When I think about home I think about my family, my mom, dad, brother, sister and cat. I picture my house from the front. At home I think about my sister sketching, my brother doing his homework and my cat batting around his toy mice! I think about my mom doing things like washing the dishes and my dad sitting down to watch hockey. I think about me throwing toy mice under my cat’s legs saying, “Mouse attack!” A home is different than a house, a house is wood, nails, rock and cement. A home is a place with family and sometimes friends. I love my home because it has my family, it has food and water, it has everything I need, including God.
I’m glad I have a home.
By Eliana Nocita