My home

My home: My home is a special place to be. I love to be in my home because I feel loved.My home is just not a place where I get to stay. My home is everything to me because when it starts raining I'm not on the side of the road getting soaked. I get to listen to the rain in my own bed and that helps me sleep. My home is a place where I can invite friends. I don't need to play with them on the side of the road. My home is very warm and very cold like when it's really hot outside and we go to the park. When I come inside my house the air conditioning is on or it's like when it's really cold in winter and the heat is on. My home feels like a comfy bed. As soon as I walk inside of it I get food, water , shoes and a box of clothing so I can stay dry. As soon as I walk in my house I smell the food from the kitchen and then I walk in my room and I smell my sister's perfume. When I go into my mom's room it feels safe. Even if no one has to have somebody, they will still love them in their heart. When I walk by my house I see the beautiful birds tweeting in our trees, the lovely apples growing and dogs barking .Even if I don't have the house I still look at other people's houses and say oh that's so pretty. I love my house just the way it is. It does not matter how big or small it is, it matters if you have a roof over your head. So even if you have a home it doesn't matter how big or small it only matters if you have a roof over your head. so I'm grateful just the way I am and that's why my home is special