What My Home Means to Me!

Once upon a time there was a boy named Oliver that really loved his home, he said that without his home he wouldn't survive. No one believed him but one day something would happen soon… The next day Oliver woke up brushed teeth like every other day and got changed and got ready for school. He started by filling up his water bottle then he packed his lunch and he put everything in his backpack to use at school. But then the whole house fell on Oliver, Oliver was very injured so his dad immediately took him to the emergency room. They said he had a broken arm, a broken leg and a broken collar bone. So Oliver couldn't go to school for months. Oliver wasn’t thinking about his injuries, he was thinking about his house. He didn’t know where he was going to sleep at night, but when the doctor came in he asked and he said that they had booked a hotel for his family and he would be sleeping in the hospital. Oliver wasn’t happy that he had to sleep in the hospital. He wanted to go home, but he couldn’t because his house had broken down. The next day he had the worst sleep of his life but he was in his house and it was perfectly intact. Then he realized it was all a dream his house wasn’t broken down. Oliver felt like the luckiest person ever. I have a house and we can afford it. What more can I ask for?