Home is With My Family

Home ... is with my family. 8 months ago we lost our house in a fire. At first, I thought I lost my home, but I realise now home is where we are, together as a family. My home is filled with laughter and surprises, where I spend my time doing things I love. When scary things happen, home is where I feel safe to shed my tears. My home smells of Dad’s cooking, I can hear our favourite radio station playing in the background. My Mom paints and my sister plays with her dolls. My dog Linus lays his head on my lap as I play Roblox. We eat dinner and watch tv before bedtime snuggles. I am so lucky to have a loving home. As long as we have our people to laugh, cry, and go through the tough times with, we will always have a home.