What Home Means to Me
To me home means having fun with family and friends,
and partying the night long. I never feel alone, even when I’m staying home by myself.
In my home everyone is welcome. Black people, white people, tall people, short people. We don’t care what they look like or what they like to do.
My dad and I like to make bird houses in the garage, while my mom and I like baking cookies in the kitchen. My little brother, Finn, and I like playing Lego Superheroes or ninjas.
When I have time to myself, I like to read my favourite book series, The Popularity Papers. I also like to draw, play Barbies, and think of new ways to sneak candy into my room!
I really like to play Lego with my brother and sometimes by myself. When I do, I like to build houses, horse stables and vehicles.
My family and I often like to play board games like Snakes and Ladders, Sorry and Monopoly.
Home makes me feel warm and cozy when I curl up on the couch and go on my dad’s tablet.
When I get home from school every day, my mom had glorious food laid out for me on the table for dinner. It’s either mashed potatoes and chicken or trout and rice.
My brother is always playing Bay-Blades and making lots of noise but since I’m such a nice sister I don’t really care.
I love my home so much but it’s not because of the building, it’s because of the people inside: my family.