Home Is Everything

When I open my door, I feel a warmth, a warmth I only feel at home. Some people might smell cookies being made by their mom or smell that fresh air when they walk inside. I feel a relief of my day finally being over. I can just lay down in my bed and have a little nap. Home is lots of thing to me. It’s a safe place for me. Theres a lot of love and laughter in my home. We have so many parties at my home with friends and family. At my house we have a heated blanket that lay underneath and it raps me so tight I can’t get out. My house isn’t full, but the joy and happiness make it full. Every year me and my mom we do something called 4-H. It is where you get to have a cow and get to show it. That’s why my home is my home.