What Home Means to Me….

My home is my happy place where I stay. happy, silly, or funny, there are no limits to being MYSELF or unleashing my imagination anywhere I go. My mom, my dad, my brother, and me, are a part of this dream. Where your imagination never loses a hope of spark I love my room the most because I can do whatever makes me feel right. My home makes me feel like I belong. My home is where everybody is happy and welcomed. We have lots of food and water for free and a fun place to watch TV. I love my entire family. When my brother comes home I get excited because he always laughs at me, not in a mean way a funny way. I love to draw, sketch, and paint, and listen to music, and talk to my best friend. Everybody in my family loves me in some kind of way, they all love me the exact way and I love them just the same. When I get upset or mad, my room never makes me feel like I’m bad and my room never ever makes me even more mad or when I am just to upset my brother comes and hops on my bed to comfort me so I never feel unseen I love my family and they love me and it never makes me feel unseen.