Home

Home is everything. When I sit down I feel comfortable on the couch, all the yummy taste of pancakes in the mornings, with the sound of birds all inside my head, nothing but thinking about my home. My house has an oven that is very hot and sometimes it smells like boiled fish that hasn't been thrown out. My home has everything: a backyard, bedroom to sleep in, a bathroom , and the kitchen. I feel full, happy, confident, loved and cared for. When I was young I was wondering how the TV worked? My mom said it's electricity the city gives to our house, even the neighbour, and we have to pay. I have this jar of money we're going to give to the unfortunate. I am so blessed for my home. I wish my house had a mouth so i can tell my house what i did at school or what i ate. We both have space. I have a room and a shelf for toys, I have a beautiful background and a spooky dark mistress attic. I have been wondering what is inside since the third grade. People who have helped rise up the first wall, are loving and want everyone to have a sweet home. Home is where I am safe.