What A Home Means To Me

To me when I think of home, I think of a cozy house that is just the right size that has my mom, dad, sister and pets in it. There is a room just for me and made and painted just the way I like it. My room is a pale minty green room with pictures I have drawn all over it. Stacks of books are piled near my bed and several bookshelves have warrior cat novels on them. Anyone could easily mistake my room for a library if they didn’t notice the toys and drawn pictures of dragons and pugs on the walls, or even the bed with rainbow unicorn covers on it, and a French bulldog pillowcase. Lego dragons of all sorts sit on the floor where I play and my squishmellows sit on my bed. that’s what home means to me!