My Home

What makes me feel like home is the cold breeze coming through the window. SSSSSSHHHHHH Sometimes people tell me to close it because the city is loud, but I like the sound of a crowd. A home is a place where I stay, a place I feel safe and where I play. My friends come over to look at the sky, It is so beautiful we could cry. I love to cook every day. My mom taught me the way. My mom taught me to cook in May. My home is a place I love to stay and play. I LOVE my home you should too, but if you don't that's ok too.