One Real Home

One Real Home One Real Home is where I feel safe. One Real Home is where there are memories. A home to me is where my dad is there to make me happy when I’m sad. A home is where my cats are ready to attack me. Home makes me happy. In a home there can be some sad memories. Most of them should be happy to make you happy at your home. Some sad memories of mine are losing two cats and four dogs. Some happy memories of mine are my 4th birthday, my dad finding a stray cat scratching at the door and keeping it to make me happy. We kept the cat and after three days we decided his name would be Bryer. His fur was a fluffy, gray, white, and brown. He was so fluffy we thought he was a long hair but he was a ragdoll cat. I had him for about 7 years. That is my One Real Home.