Home

Home Home. Home is where I lay down on the couch and watch a movie with my family. I smell delicious foods that I cannot wait to eat and as soon as I pick up a sandwich and get ready to eat a bite, my family starts laughing and having a good time. Before I go to sleep I pray for how lucky I am to have a roof over my head and that I have a family that loves me and cares about me. When I wake up I feel so happy to be in a place where I can be warm and safe. As soon as I go downstairs I take a look outside in my neighborhood and say to myself “ I am lucky to live somewhere where there is no war.” When I finish looking outside I always like looking in my albums when I was little and think for a second and say “ I have lived here my whole life.” Whenever we have Breakfast, lunch and dinner, my family and I talk about our memories. There are always funny and awkward stories. Home. When I go into my backyard I think of all of the memories that have happened here. Some memories are sad and some are happy and really funny. I always enjoy the stories. By:Fiorella Tamayo-Canessa