Home Sweet Home

My home is sweet. My family is just like every other family. We like to spend time with brothers, sisters, moms, dads, grandmas and grandpas. We love our family’s everywhere inside our sweet homes. We love when love blooms around the sweet homes but when love doesn't we’ll find a way for the love to bloom around the sweet homes. We always find a way. If I could build a home I would build it with love. It won’t matter to me if it's big or small or weird, it just matters what you make. Listen to what your heart says, it won't matter what shape or size it matters what you desire to make. I love when my sweet home is really cozy. It makes me feel like I could sleep for days but when I go into somebody else’s home I don’t feel cozy. If I had one wish it would be for everyone to have a roof over their head but not a lot of people get that. Some people have to deal with cold days the way that people have to see them like that on the streets. I feel bad. We should love our family no matter what, no matter what they look like or smell, speak,dress or being weird or their skin colour. We love our family’s everywhere inside our sweet homes.