Meaning of Home

Home is my trio and my lovely bed. When I am at home my mom cooks delicious, not perfect food and I enjoy it. When me and my friends play in the fluffy snow or anything else my home comes to me. Then I’ll see my family and be happy not, completely. I play with my big sister and I have fun. When I eat with my friends or play with my cats those all bring me the greatest of joy. When I read those very best books on that very best wooden shelf. My imagination grows as the scenes come to life in my mind. Then I get those very best dreams in that very best bed of mine. When the morning comes I play outside in the fresh air and the wind in my nice hair. Even if I do not have a house that does not mean I don’t have a home. All those small and big things are my home no matter what!