My Home

My home is a place where I feel safe, a place where I feel strong like I am not ignored and a place where I can do almost anything. The strong roof on my home keeps all the rain, hail, and snow out. The thick walls make sure all the intruders do not come in. When I am inside I feel safe, protected and secure, I feel all those words in my home. My home is a place where I feel loved. I admire my family, I adore all my stuffies that I snuggle with when I am sad. At breakfast we talk about what we think will happen today. At lunch we talk about what will happen and what we already did. At supper we talk about how our day was or funny things that have happened in the past. Love is endless in my home. My home is a place where I can have fun, a place where fun happens every minute. I can be silly and no one cares. I can be funny, tell jokes about animals, food and almost anything. My sister can make a joke out of anything, my dad has terrible dad jokes and mom has jokes that are really funny. I can be crazy when I want to be. Most importantly, I can be myself in my home. My home is a place where there is lots of life, where life grows. The place where people age, a place where people grow in size every day, week, and year we never stop growing. Also is a place where we always think about the good and the love. I focus on the love in my home, it is like the hate is forbidden or banned at my home. My home is mine.