What my home means to me
My home was different from the other houses we saw but it felt good enough to live in. It feels comfortable. When I’m at my cousin’s house, it doesn’t feel the same. It’s important to me because it’s a part of my life. My home is special because it gives me what I need, like a fridge to keep food cold and a stove top to cook raw meat. When I walk in, I hear Lily, my little sister, screaming in excitement. That’s how I know I’m home.