Home

Home is a place of wonder. Nobody sees how beautiful my home is. I speak español, I say “hola” to “mi Mama y Papa” I play with my sister. My sister and I made a big fort. My mom makes "empanadas." My home is a place of freedom. My heart glows so much that I could cry. Home to me is a place of coolness. Nobody can see how soft and warm my home is. My home is neither big or small. I like it the way it is. Home is my safe place, where you can hear my sister yelling at the top of her lungs, but we eat the empanadas in peace.