Oh Dear Home

At homes it's morning and you are sleeping in your bed, then you smell breakfast come from the kitchen. You wake then make your bed, brush your teeth, change your clothes, and rush down the stairs! Once you reach your table to sit down and eat, then you say "mmm this is good mom!" After eating your breakfast, you wash your plate and cup, and rush to the living room to watch tv. After watching tv, it's boring without cartoon shows, your mom is calling on the phone and you answer. Then your mom says, "what do you want me to buy you?" "I want a Christmas tree," you reply. "No," your mom replies, "it's thanksgiving, not Christmas" "Oh! I want a big TURKEY just for me and you!" You reply. When moms back you help her. Days pass and it's thanksgiving, so you shout, "happy thanksgiving!" Home isn't just your home, its where love, childhood and memories live with you. Home isn't just shelter it's where you grow up with your childhood. The memories and childhood are filled with love and the love makes your home. Where your home isn't is just a house.