My Home

A home is love and silliness. My parents love when we hang out like when we hang out cooking. We love when we go for hikes and go to the store and park. Me and my siblings play together outside. We play in the snow. We make a hill and make snow angels and snowmen. We put a bucket out with hay and carrots for the bunnies that come to our backyard. We colour and play family. That is where my little sister is the baby. We read and take naps. We go to Wal-Mart. We are lucky that we have a home because other kids don’t have what we have.