My Home

Home A home is many things, it can be a comfort space, a safe space, but for many people, It’s none of those things, because they don’t have a home, they live in a barn or run down shacks and lots, just on the streets. I can’t think about my house and how lucky I am to have one without thinking about those unlike my family and I. I want to share my home with them. I feel that way because a home is many things, it means so much to have a home. My home is filled with 6 people, it gets crowded, but we love each other. Each day comes with a new surprise, like in the mornings I fight my brothers for waking me up but we alway forgive and help each other. My home is never empty, even when all of us leave for work and school, because of all the memories that we have made, and all of the items that we have left around, those items are like minnie me’s, my books, my brothers Lego, my sisters art stuff have all the memory and love that anyone knows that they are ours. Home is special to many people so lots of people have special connections to their house, like something that they did that they are proud of that happened in their house. My home is special because my family is there and they make me feel safe, they are someone to play with and to enjoy the day with, and my home also is where I can hang out with my friends and my stuffies and my sacred items, like the items that I got from family and friends, but my favorite part is my family, because wherever they are, I am happy.