Home

Home is somewhere people can grow. A place where you can plant flowers row on row. Maybe your home is filled with love. As your ancestors watch you from above. The sound of heavy rain I hear as I fall asleep. Downstairs my mother closes the window and sweeps. I love my parents and wish they never grow old. So, when I grow up, I’ll treat them like gold. My home is my family and friends. There are lots of moments with them to spend. In my home, I enjoy my mom and dad’s cooking. Sometimes I even catch my neighbour’s cat looking! I’m happy with my family and friends. We’ll be together till the very end.