MY HOME

I wake up and start to think what a wonderful house I have. I have a nice comfy bed with two pillows. I put on my favorite hoodie and pants. I run upstairs and see my mom making a yummy breakfast and my sisters all snuggled up in blankets watching a tv show. My Mom calls bacon and eggs and we eat. After we eat, I think that other people don’t have a house. It makes me sad that I have 3 sisters, a mom, a dad, a home, a dog, and toys, anything a kid would want and yet some people don’t have any thing close to that. But what means most to me is my family. They love me and I love them. To me a home without a family is a skull with no brain. I get home from school and I smell fresh cookies I hear my sisters playing together. I feel my dog. I see a great family and I feel safe. On the weekend we have pizza and watch a movie all together. We mostly watch an old classic Disney movie. After that my Mom tucks the girls in bed and, my dad, mom watch a show. I go downstairs, brush my teeth, and get to bed. I start to dream of people who are going to get a house. I have watched the videos and it makes me feel very happy