My perspective on home
Sometimes I come home in a bad mood. I might have had a terrible day at school or I might be tired, but when I get in my house it’s like that day disappears.
There is constantly food and there are always things to do. It’s the same for my brother. He always seems happy when he gets home from school. Though maybe it’s because he likes his home or maybe he just likes his computer.
When I get home my mom is usually asleep and my dad is normally walking the dog. I live with my parents and my brother but for some kids that might not be the case. Home is where we sleep or a place where you can go when you’re feeling strong or weak.
I hope everyone has a home where they can be warm and hide from the snow or where they can be loved and have people they care about close to them.