My Loving Home

My home is not a place to fight, But it might happen. My home is a place of love and kindness, We always help each other and we do it just right. When I get home from school I smell my mom cooking supper, I also see my siblings playing downstairs. I touch the fork and begin eating my family supper, I always tell my mom that supper tastes delicious. When I wake up I hear the TV playing downstairs. My family is amazing we keep each other safe and sound and they keep me healthy, My mom and dad are the best because they keep me safe and teach me how to do things. My three siblings are the best and whenever I play with them we are always giggling. A house is a place with four walls and a roof, But a home is not, it is built with strong love and kindness. A house is a place where fighting is made, But a home is not. A house just has grass, But a home has a family! Home is a place of glory where you were first brought with a chain of love that fits like a glove that won’t come off That is what I think about home