Home is Where the Heart is

Home Is Where The Heart Is My home was nothing but my parents saw something they worked days and nights just to make our home something nice. All thoses days of planning we saw are plan through,we would have a nice home too. but it does not matter nice or not at least we have a lot. My home is everything to me. It is not just a building with a key. It is where I get set free. There is a gnome to replace all the debris. My home is nice. My home has no mice. My home is where I get advice. My home is where we keep ice. There is surprise at home. There are prizes at home. Home is where I play my games. Home is where I roll my dice. Home is where I slice the pie. Home is a piece of mind. Sure there is lots of snow but it is still a place where I say hello. Home is where I rest. My home is bleast. My home contains me, my parents, and my sister, Now I can see what my home means to me. Home is where the heart is.did