Home

To me, home is like a book. Places to be and places to look. Even though the pages are almost full, Everyone has had a special role. Whether it's my family, or my school, or my dogs. My book of home is really a memory log. I turn a page of the book, I read and think, What a memory. I'm grateful for this free country. Here my heart is swollen, with happiness and love. There is always a home that you think of. Home is where you are loved and feel joy. Where you feel safe and warm inside. I'm grateful I can play and play, nothing can ruin this perfect day. At last, I closed the book. I thank my mother and help her cook. To me, home is like a book.