Meaning of Home

My home isn't a place to hate or yell. My home is a place to love. I hear the birds at night and during the day. The birds make me feel at home because their sound makes me feel cozy. My family is nice. My family is nice because they are my family that I was made to belong to. I feel like I belong because I live with my family. My family loves me and cares for me as much as they can. Home isn't a place that's a room to go crazy. Home is a place to be happy and belong to. My mom is a special person to me. I snuggle with my mom sometimes. When I snuggle with my mom I feel happy. My mom makes my favorite food which is chicken korma. My home is not a place to hate. It's a place to love. It's where you don't need to cry, it's where you can be happy. Also a place to not be scared of cause God’s there and you're not alone. God’s there in your home with you and He's always with you, He will not let you be on your own. Home isn't just a place to go and be angry, it's a place to be as happy as you are because you and your family are safe and cozy in the house. When I think of my home I think of a lot. I think about how my house was built, how it's made with color. I also think of my dog Atticus, he's cute, he's big and fluffy. I like my dog and i don't want him to go cause i feel scared for him to go. I don't want to leave my house because it's my home and I love my home. Home isn't just a place to snore, eat, it's a place to stay safe and get rest for school. I like my home because it is beautiful and lovely. God gave me a good home and I like my home no matter what. It's lovely because it's quiet before everyone wakes up. One night when it was quiet I would make breakfast for my family.