Home

Home is by far a great word. When I am in my home, my sadness is cured. When I look at my home, inside it or even outside, I feel that there is no downside. I walk into my house, heading to my room, as I walk in, I feel no gloom. I felt it before, it doesn’t feel good, if I could stay in my home forever, I would. People call my home a house, but that is not what I see. When I am in my home I feel happiness around me. I look at the outside of my home. I look at the swings, the butterflies, and the garden gnomes. I look at my home, noticing all the beautiful things about it, the flowers, and the stones. I realize there is so much to hold on to, I love my home, this is true.