What Home Means to Me!

Home is not just a home it is a place you can feel loved and cared for. I can remember the times that I was hurt and like the time I burned my forehead, but I got helped by the people who love me. My home is my safe place, I feel allowed to feel bad and worried. At my house I can play with my own toys and I can share them with my siblings. My home cannot just fit people, it can fit love, care and respect. Some houses are small, some are big, but they all can fit so much love inside. Wherever you are, there is love. No matter how far you are from home, there is still love following you. Home is where mom and dad cook all your yummy meals. Also your room is there with all your belongings. It is also a place to make memories and to hold in your hearts forever. A home also is a place to grow up and see things change. It is a place to do the things you love most. At my house it is a place peppered with love. Also at a house you can feel warm and so safe there because it is built with love. One house can be colourful, another can be dark, but each one has as much love. It can also be where you can feel like you can laugh out loud. A home is a place where I can have friends over for a playdate or sleep over. A home is also a place where I have a roof over my head and do not live under a box. And I think that every one that lives on the street or in a box should have a cozy place to sleep. No one really needs a house, they just need a home. Sincerely, Kyleigh