My Home I Love

My home, and it is special to me, my home, the home I remember everything inside. So I grew up in my home when I was born, so growing up, I was used to my house. Sometimes, doing something at home might help you by keeping you warm in winter. I am grateful to have a home. Some people don’t have a home; they live on the streets, so you are lucky to have a home. My home is everything to me, no matter what; if my home moves, it was your past home. A future home is just your next new home. Some people got new houses. Some people can’t buy a home, so that’s why they live on the streets. Home has a place to sleep, a place to play, a place to rest, and enjoy. My home is the place where my family is, the place where my grandma makes the food, and where my mom helps me learn and play piano. The home is like the place where I love my stuff, and everything is my home, and it is like a bed wrapped around me. It has food, a bed, some toys, and water. I have a pet bunny at home. His name is Fluffy, and he is cute. He does not like me; he likes my mom. He is a boy. He lives on the porch in the summer, and in the winter, he is in the living room. A person thinks he is cute, but not me. My bunny poops on the floor and is dirty, and it makes my house dirty, even though I am messy too, but I help clean up the poo. So that is what my home is like to me.