What home means to me

When I first get home, I always see the plants my dad grew from seeds that will grow out to be great big trees. When I get home, I feel lazy and tired. I get a wave of joy when I watch TV or do things with my family. When I flop down on the beanbag, I feel lazy as a slow sloth resting on a tall branch. Home is where I feel safe and where great food is made. Home is where memories are made like blooming flowers in the spring. Home is like a dish that was made with care. It may not be the best, but it is where I feel love and care. Thank you for giving homes to people in need.