Homes Have Love

When I'm home I smell my mom's cooking in the kitchen. I know that I am safe. I take off my bag, boots and coat. Then I run to the kitchen and hug my mom. When I am home I have small little faces to greet me. I love them and snuggle them and all they have to do is be home. I love my pets and they love me and I am glad that they are always home. My cats greet me at the door and inside my pug runs and jumps up on me. I love home and I know my pets do too. When my brothers get home I am excited to tell them how my day was. My brothers love home and when they get home from a long day of school I give them a hug. When my dad comes home I feel love. Every day he comes home from a day of work I am excited to hug him and love him. When it is time to go to bed, I think about how much I love my home and every one in it. Bria Rector