HOME IS MORE

Home is a place where I’m with my family home is where my dog greets me at the door and begs me to play with her. Home is a place where I feel happy. Home is place where I grew up home is a place where I’m with my family. Home is not a place it is a state of mind and where you say it is. Home is more than a place it’s where I sleep, eat and play. Home is like an umbrella to shield me from the rain and from hard times. Home is like a warm tingle running though my veins when I think of home I of sleep, my dog and color. When I walk into my house, I see my dog waiting for me at my door and lots of colors and my mom siting at our island I see our garden in the back. I look around and feel happiness. When I walk into my house, I hear my dog coming down the stairs and I smell that she went into the lake today. I hear my mom say hi and I feel the fuzzy texture of a chair as I pull it out I sit down and my dog comes over and nudge me to go outside so I walk over to the back door. I let her out and I smell the air and some other stuff that I can’t place. So, that’s why home is more.