What is Home?

The tree is the home of the bird, the sea is the home of the fish, the pond is the home of the loch, and the small house composed of friendship and warmth is my home. Home is the care and warmth of a family. I was given a small vegetable garden from my grandpa. When I came back to my grandma's house, the chickens all ran away because in the afternoon I will see a table of chickens. Home is care and warmth of a family so I never got hurt. Home is the starting point of my dreams. When I was a child, I wanted to be a painter. I wanted my room to be filled with my paintings. My grandpa always buys me a box of colored pens. When I was in third grade, I had a desire to become a school teacher, leading to a pile of books appearing in my room. Home is the starting point of my dreams. It gave me wings and let me fly high and high. Home is a good medicine, but only by tasting it with the heart can you taste its flavor. Whenever I make food, I always have two hands to assist me, and it always comes out well. Whenever I feel down, I have two hands available to comfort me with hugs. Home is a good medicine. Home is an interesting paradise that has brought me endless joy and freedom. I won't stop myself if I'm unable to make a decision. If I make a decision, it will be believed and supported by me. Home is where I can do anything here but when I leave here it won’t stop me it will help me hug me.