What Home Means To Me

When I think of home, I think cozy, warm, friendly, sweetness and love When I enter my home, I see my beautiful family, my clean fresh home and the natural smell of flowers I hear special words, laughing, my cockatel chirping I smell yummy food like curry, pizza, biryani and whole wheat bread that my mom and dad make I feel comfortable like I can do anything but not bad things I also feel love and caring I think my home is a cool home I taste pizza, biryani, chips, pasta noodles, warm soup and chicken curry I came to this apartment when I was four years old. Now I am 9. Why did I come here? Because my old home was small, it only had 1 room, and we were a big family. Then we moved to a bigger apartment and I am still here, and now I am about to be 10. When I came to my old home from Pakistan it was small but I had lots of memories there when I was four. And my best things at home are everything, my whole family is the best. I don’t have a special place because my whole home is special. No home is perfect. I wish everyone had a home because I don't want them to go on the streets and beg for money. Some homes don’t get love. I wish everyone had a good home like mine.