What I feel About my Home
Home is where I eat my dad’s wonderful warm bean stew. Home is where I laugh at my dad’s weird jokes. Home is where I learned to walk and talk. Home is where I feel safe, supported and encouraged to do new things. When I think of people who don’t have a home, I just want them to be safe, and have shelter. Home is where my dreams come true and I can imagine wonderful things. Sometimes I can get in fights with my parents or siblings but in the inside I know I love them more than anything. My home is more than just a house. My home is where all my thoughts are, all my dreams are, and where I am loved. Home is where I can be warm and not freeze. Home is where I have clothing and can be clean.I hope this paragraph helps someone or a family have a home.