What Home Means to Me
What home means to me is a home cooked meal on the stove with really good smells going up my nose
and then to bed where I wrap my blanket tight and then my parents come kiss me good night.
And then I guess I have to go to bed but then I get really good dreams in my head.
Then I wake up. I come down stairs half asleep but then I see some eggs and bacon then I’m fully awaken.
Sure we’re not perfect sure were loud but love having this family and I’m mighty proud.