My home is my family

A house is a building with walls, a dore windows and stars but a home is much much more... I wake up every morning, get out of my bed and a million questions pop into my head what is a home? I ask myself so I get out of bed and grab a book off the shelf. I jumped on to my feet and run out of my room where my mum has prepped breakfast and I grab a spoon. I drop a rice crispy and jump with a start my dog comes running the site warms my heart. We get ready for school and it takes quite a while ‘’come on’’ my dad said but my sister can’t pick her style. We get into the truck and drive fast down the road, but the question keeps bugging me like the sound of a toad. What is a home? I ask my dad “why it's where we live and the fun that we've had”. We get to school as the bell rings I decide I will figure it out and to do it I'll ask school wide. After school I tell my family riddles and jokes... I take a short walk to the chicken coop say good night to all and good dreams to you. As I walk back home and get into bed get my p.js on slide into my blankets and close my eyes... I think about my discovery... home... Yes, home is a building yes it's where we live but a real home is when you're with the people, animals and things you love That is a true home.