Home Is Where Your Heart Is
When i think of home,
I think of lying in bed feeling comfortable.
When my mom calls me I run down the stairs to her sweet voice.
My home makes me feel like I’m winning a soccer golden prize.
Everyday when I come home, I’m welcomed by my moms hugs.I am really sad that some people don’t have one it makes my heart dragged away into a pit of fire.
At home I feel so excited as a fish swimming very fast.
My home is my favorite place,
I’ts a place to be in peace