home is where the heart is

When I open the door to my home the dog starts barking, woof, woof go’s the tone. I walk right into a pile of love like when you get kisses from your grandmother's arms. My room is so special. It’s made of me. The roosters are crowing, cock-a-doodle-doo. A house can be big, a house can be small, gust look at them all. House might have, kitchens, bedrooms, living rooms, and more. But the one thing all house have is, love and family.