Both of my Homes

To me, home is more than one place; lots of people think of home as one place, not for me. I do have two homes, and I love them both equally; they are both very special to me in lots of different ways. At both homes, I am the oldest of four children, some things are the same, but lots of things are different. At my dad's home, I share a room with my sister. At my mom's home, I have my own huge room. At my dad's home, I am going to have a skinny dog. At my mom's home, I have a chunky dog and a fluffy cat. My homes are my favorite places to be. It doesn't matter which home I am at, in both homes I feel safe, loved, and happy. I love both homes and all the people in them equally.