When I Think of Home
When I think of home my heart beats 5 times faster.
I stand taller, for all day I can’t wait to see my dad and mom. My pets too.
But something pulls me down.
I take for granted that I have yummy food and a dad that cooks like a master chef.
A funny mom that makes my tummy hurt I laugh so hard.
A snugly puppy, a mean cat, and a fishy. But some don’t have that luxury.
They see their mom and dad arguing over money and nothing on the table.
I know I’m lucky but we all forget sometimes.
But its not just about the food or the money.
It’s about the people we love.
When I’m with my family I feel home.
I want all to have a home and a place to call their own .