What Home Means to Me

When I turn around to face my home. I take my first steps, I know that I am not alone. I now know that there is so much love from above. It reminds me of all the peace that comes from a dove. My home is much more than a roof with walls. It’s the place when learned to get back up when I fall. I know that my family loves me so much. I can feel it all and it makes me happy. I always hear laughing at the dinner table. It’s just like sparks when you plug in the cable. And I love it when my mom tells me stories. The memories just never stop. When I go to bed I always feel warm because there is a blanket on me, it feels like hugs. It reminds me of the great big hugs I get from my dog pug. And now I lay my head on my soft pillow peacefully. It’s now time to go to sleep because I am very restful.