Home is Where the Trucks Are

When I see all the moving trucks I know that I’m home. With family all around the yard, I’ll never be alone. I feel comfortable and safe in this place. Because I recognize each and every face. I get out of my bed and get ready for school, That’s when I smell all the trucks’ diesel fuel. Home is where I’m cozy and loved. I hate to get out of bed because I’m snug as a bug in a rug. After school I hear the trucks rolling in. I know that supper at Grandma’s will soon begin. On Fridays we always have Chinese food. I try to eat it all because wasting is rude. What feels like home most of all is hugs from family and friends. I hug Dad, Momchelle, Grandma, Pa, Uncle Devon, Cinder, Dottie, Nebula and Midnight Jack too, even if sometimes he puts up a fight. The best part of home is getting the best hug of all Which is the hug from my little baby sister Autumn who is ever so small.