Grade 4

New Brunswick

What Home Means to Me

When I think of home, the first thing that comes to my mind is my family and my siblings like Saif, he is 5 years old. I remember when Saif was born, he looked just like me. As soon as I’m done school, I can’t wait to go home so I can be with my family. When my father comes home from his work, we all gather at the dinner table and have our supper. My father always asks me what I did at school.

My room is my favourite room of the house. I like my bed. I like my desk. I like my chair, but the thing I like about my room the most is that I share it with my brother Saif. Saif has become my best friend, and when it is time to go to sleep, we sleep in the same bed.

I like my friends when they come for play dates. When they come, I like to show them our basement – that’s where we put all our toys. We like to play with toys, tag, or hide and seek. When we are done, we go outside and play on bikes and sometimes on scooters.

When I think of how much I love home, I wonder how people who don’t have house’s feel and I wish there was something I could do.