My Home

For many people, a house is a place where you THINK you belong, but really you belong in a home, and here's why. My home is where I feel loved, safe and where I BELONG. My home has memories that keep me alive throughout my journey to face my fears. One fear I have faced is BUGS! I have faced this fear by going hiking with my family, and I came across a bug on my arm. My brother got it off for me, next I heard the trees rustling, and I remembered how it feels to be a bug. Bugs feel not loved and not important. So I felt like if I could face my fears of bugs, then I could face my fears of anything! My house has things you decorate on the walls, but deep inside I feel all alone. My home is where I have family, friends and cousins that are around me all day. I love to have playdates and parties. I have playdates with my BFF and I love to play in my bouncy house with her and my other friends. My house is a place where I can get lost because I haven't found my way. My home has people talking, eating and having fun. My cousins from Dubai came over to my house and we had lots of fun showing them around Niagara Falls and a few restaurants. We have lots of fun laughing together while watching the waterfalls splash cold water on our faces. My Home is where I am needed because I help my mom with chores, laundry and sometimes cooking. When my mom and I cook we both love to mix, pour and eat! My home gives me comfort within its walls, where I always feel safe. THE END!