Home Sweet Home
When I think of home, I think about my warm bed that I can’t get out of in the morning.
I have such a great home, I feel like I won the lottery.
When I come home after school, I see my parents.
If you’re black or white, speak English, French or more, you’re still welcome in my home.
When I walk into my house, it smells like fresh coffee.
I love that smell.
I have two sisters that don’t live at home anymore.
Home is when my family is all together.