Home is my Favorite Place

When I am home, I feel safe with my crafts, pets, and my family. My home is like a quilt wrapped up in memories. My mom owns a shop in town, where she sells fabrics. She brings home many colourful and unique fabrics and other sorts of creative materials. My room is like a collective creative space that welcomes all sorts of imagination. In my home my parents let me have all these pets that enrich my life, and I love my pets, they make me feel happy. I share my space with two zebra finches. My finches are very scared of me, but I love them all the same. I also have one dog and three fluffy, puffy cats. I love all of my pets. At home I play crazy eights with my dad and sometimes I sew with my mom, it’s really fun. We make clothes for my stuffies and funny bags for my dad. My brother is twenty-one and he attends university in Toronto, so I do not get to see him much. When he is home we play Wii, that's like old Nintendo. Although, he always beats me. Home is a place where I feel loved. I know I am loved because my parents do not make me buy my own clothes or make my own dinner. My parents are always there when I need them, and that makes me feel good. Home is like Jello, very fragile but very flavorful.