Rehmatdeep

Grade 6

Woodstock
Ontario

My Home Is My Heart

My home is my heart. Without it, I would die.
It is the same thing with your heart,if your heart dies,you die. My home is a place which is different than the whole world and it is a place I always love to be. My home is where I am surrounded by my loved ones. It is a place where my mom, my dad, my twin sister and my baby brother live. My home is a place where my sister and my baby brother annoy me and make me laugh all the time. My home is a place where I can do anything I want and there are no rules. It is a place where no one is better than each other and everyone is important. To me, a home is not only made of bricks and wood. A home is made of love, a family,happiness and loving memories. Sometimes we don’t like what we have and we expect more. Expecting or trying to get more is not bad, you are just trying to reach your goals. But sometimes we need to think about all those people living on the streets still waiting for help. After thinking about them, we need to be thankful for what we have. I would like to share a few lines about homeless people: If you don’t like a sandwich for lunch and toss it in the garbage, think about those who can’t even have it. Don’t like studying, think about those who can’t even go to school, And I am thankful for a great home, a lovely family and everything i have.Home sweet home.