My Home

If my home were a sight, it would be the sight that you see at the top of a mountain. If my home were a sound, it would be the sound of my family playing outside in the sun. If my home were a smell, it would be the smell of my mom cooking delicious dishes. If my home were a taste, it would be the taste of the lasagna that my mom cooks. If my home were a touch, it would feel like my little puppy, snuggling with me. I’m so lucky that I have a roof over my head, lots of food and water, a warm cozy bed, and best of all, a family who cares about me. Some kids have none of that. I think everyone deserves a home.