What Home Means to Me

Home is where I feel most like myself. Where I nap, where I eat, where I sleep. Home is where I hear my dad's obnoxious snores, but I could still sleep fine. My family provides such delicious food. Yum! My favourite food is cheesy, warm Mack and cheese. I love my stuffed animals; I have a lot! But most of all I love my two little hamsters, named Tom and Harry, there so fluffy. Their brothers! I am grateful for a home. I really am thankful! I am thankful for a roof over my head. I feel bad for people who do not have a house. They must be cold and shivering in winter. They must be thankful for food or anything at that point. I love my family and home. It is nice and Cozy. I like sitting by the fireplace. I am cold a lot! Anything could be a house if you really think about it. A car, an apartment, and a park. The list could go on! So, all I am trying to say is that I am thankful for what I have. You should be grateful to, because some day you might not have anything to help you survive. Sometimes I wish the world could be a little bit nicer. But people are people, who want to do what they want to do. The End