My Home

My home is where I feel safe. The place that I love. The place where I always have someone to talk to when I am sad. My family is a part of my home. I love them just like my home. I have an amazing dog, Lexi. She always cheers me up when I am sad. My family is a big part of my home. My bedroom is the place in my home where I spend most of my time. I sleep in my comfy, warm bed. I cuddle with my stuffies, I play with friends. My bedroom is part of my home. My house is where I sleep, eat, drink and live. My house is where I love to be. My family is there. My friends are there. Some people say their house is their home, but my house is not my whole home, it’s a part of my home. My neighbourhood is full of really nice people with really nice families. Trick or treating there is the best. I get so much candy. My birthplace is not in Toronto, unlike everyone in my class, but it is good to be a little bit different than everyone else, because nobody is the same and that is good. When I got home from overnight camp, I was so excited to be in my home and play with my friends, and to be with my family. I. I am a part of my home. I am in my home. I love my home. I can be myself in my home. When I am home in my house with my family and friends having fun, that is when I am the happiest.