What Home Means To Me

Hi! I’m Chase and I want to tell you what home means to me. It’s hard to tell what home means to me because I have been all over the place with random homes. But when my Mom is with me it feels like…home because my Mom does things that make our love special and I make it special. It makes a house into a home, a home makes me feel special. Homes anyone can create only with love. My Mom makes it feel like home because my Mom makes dishes that are special to me and her. She makes mix mash. It’s a mixture of corn, ground beef and Kraft Dinner. My Dad makes me feel special by cuddling with me. My Mom also does it with me. My Dad talks about life with me, he swims with me and fishes with me. My Mom also does that with me. How I make my Mom feel special is I help around the house, I cuddle with her and I help her cook. Now how I make my Dad feel special is I make him feel special by doing things he tells me to do. What I’m going to say now is sometimes or at least once we say we hate someone but deep down you still love them. So what I’m saying is you never mean it when you say you hate someone. Also, homeless people can create homes with family and friends. Anyone can create a home so don’t judge anyone. What makes you feel at home? Please tell me. Oh, I also want to say I love my home! Does your Mom and Dad make you feel at home? Does your cat, dog, fish, etcetera? Well that’s my writing. Bye!