The Home that Loves Me

My home is where I live with my family, it isn’t a house, it’s where I belong. My home is where I can be happy and loved by my family. It's also where I’m able to help my family and friends. Even though this might not be my permanent home, I still enjoy it. Whenever I come back from my house, I sometimes eat my snack and have a nap, but usually I play games on the iPad or the Nintendo Switch, and sometimes I might even watch television with my parents or even my best friends. Sometimes, after school, I might get to have a playdate with my other friends. We might run as fast as a leopard on the track. We sometimes hear the wind whistling a tune when we were outside. My home is the cozyness of my family on the couch and the warm light from the lamp. My home is where ever my family is and its also where I feel safe. That is the end of my little story.