The Home I Love

Hello, my name is Rose, and let me tell you why I have a home. When I was little, I thought a home was just a house, but it’s more than that. A home is not just a house; it’s a place you have to let into your heart. My home is in my house, and here’s why. A house gives me shelter and safety, but my home gives me love, joy, kindness, and warmth. When I look around my home, I see all my gifts, crafts, and memories that my home keeps safe for me. My home is a place where I feel welcome, relaxed, calm, and loved. I can fall asleep at night because of my home; I do not stay up worrying because I feel safe. I go to my home on good days or bad days, but in the end, I always feel safe. I have my loving family in my home. We play, laugh, and watch cats together. I do not know what I would do without my family—they make my home, my home. In my home, we play and joke around. Sometimes we have to work, but home is home, and I will do anything for it. Think about this: if you do not feel safe in your home, after a bad day, would you want to go there or somewhere else? It is okay if your home isn’t in a house, but it is important to have a home where you feel safe. I have a home where I feel safe, and this is why I have a loving home.