John

Grade 6

Burlington
Ontario

Home Is Where The Heart Is

I feel very fortunate to have a home. My home is where I feel loved and I am safe. I am the luckiest person in the world to have a family and that’s all that matters to me. My home tells a story about my family. When I am in my room I love to look at all my possessions and pictures. It brings me back to that moment of courageous times and unforgettable moments.

Home is where the heart is.

Some may see a home as just a roof over your head, but I see it as the most fabulous place to be. It’s where I know my family will be. It’s where I celebrate Christmas. It’s where I laugh. It’s where I cry. It’s where I can be myself and be loved. A house is made of boards and beams, a home is made of love and dreams.

Home is where the heart is.

There is a big difference between a home and a house. A house is built of bricks, and boards, but a home is made up of your family. The items in your house can’t give you the pure joy that you can get from your brothers, your sisters, your mom, and dad.