When I Think of Home
When I think of home, I think of my family. When they’re hugging me I feel like I’m being wrapped in millions of blankets. I adore my home so much because I feel safe when I’mthere. You spend so much time with your family when you’re at home. I feel badly for the people who don’t have a home. We need to make sure that everyone has a home. You don’t need to live in a mansion to be in a home. A home is a home even if it’s a cabin, condo, or an apartment. Home is as peaceful as if music is playing. ln my home I feel loved and accepted. My home is my favourite place to be and it always will be.