My Home

When I think of home, I feel welcome, and loved, while mom makes baked goods. Coziness washes over me as we watch a family movie. Home makes me think of being loved by everyone. Home makes me feel safe as I snuggle up tight after a family game night. All I need is family who cares, a roof over my head, water, and food. But I get way more love, I get loved more than anyone else. I care for my house and my house cares for me.