My Happy Place

My house is built of four brick walls, and a shingled roof. My house is filled with furniture, wooden chairs and cotton pillows. But my house is not a home without the feeling of laughing with my brother after slipping on our dog Dizzy’s toys, the feeling of anticipation while watching a thriller movie with my family, seeing my dog runaway as we try to get her into her crate for bed, trying to be quiet with my friends when we stay late at sleepovers, and much more. My house is a structure that I stay in, but my home is a place that I can learn in, and feel accepted in. My home is where I feel safe and loved. My home is my happy place.