My Home

My Home My home is my life. My home is a place where I can trust everyone. My home means more to me than a toy I buy at a gift shop, it is a place where I can make memories. When I lie down on my soft, comfy couch and watch T.V with the smell of my bubby’s delicious chicken soup, I feel safe and lucky to have a place to live. I feel like everyone should be as fortunate as me to lie down on a bed and not be stressed about what is for breakfast or being safe. When my friend asks for a play date I feel glad that the answer can be yes because I have a place to host her. My home is not about how it looks or what anyone thinks of it, it is what is in it and the love inside it. When I get home from school all I want to do is play with my siblings. My home will never be boring and will always be a memory with me. When I walk through that door I know that I will be cared for and my family is always with me. I will never ask for anything more than a home. My Home My home is my life. My home is a place where I can trust everyone. My home means more to me than a toy I buy at a gift shop, it is a place where I can make memories. When I lie down on my soft, comfy couch and watch T.V with the smell of my bubby’s delicious chicken soup, I feel safe and lucky to have a place to live. I feel like everyone should be as fortunate as me to lie down on a bed and not be stressed about what is for breakfast or being safe. When my friend asks for a play date I feel glad that the answer can be yes because I have a place to host her. My home is not about how it looks or what anyone thinks of it, it is what is in it and the love inside it. When I get home from school all I want to do is play with my siblings. My home will never be boring and will always be a memory with me. When I walk through that door I know that I will be cared for and my family is always with me. I will never ask for anything more than a home. My home is my life. My home is a place where I can trust everyone. My home means more to me than a toy I buy at a gift shop, it is a place where I can make memories. When I lie down on my soft, comfy couch and watch T.V. with the smell of my bubby’s delicious chicken soup, I feel safe and lucky to have a place to live. I feel like everyone should be as fortunate as me to lie down on a bed and not be stressed about what is for breakfast or being safe. When my friend asks for a play date I feel glad that the answer can be yes because I have a place to host her. My home is not about how it looks or what anyone thinks of it, it is what is in it and the love inside it. When I get home from school all I want to do is play with my siblings. My home will never be boring and will always be a memory with me. When I walk through that door I know that I will be cared for and my family is always with me. I will never ask for anything more than a home.