The Best Place in the World.

I was sitting in my chair waiting for my last subject to end. My teacher was getting ready to wrap up the lesson. In addition, I could already hear other students getting ready to finally… go home.
*RRRIIINNNGGG*
sounded the bell, everyone picked up their books and headed for their home room. As the second bell rang everyone sprinted to their buses.
In the bus I was thinking about my day and how it was horrible, messing up my quiz, missing my chair when I sat down and just being tired. As my head was bobbing up and down and my eyelids were droopy, my bus finally stopped on my street. I ran into MY HOUSE and the only thing I wished in that moment was to jump into my bed. “I am finally home”, I mutter to myself. As lying in my bed, I was thinking about my home.
I love my home, my home is a safe place. It gives me protection, comfort, and the space where I feel cared for by my family. It is also a place where stories are shared around the table and I feel a bond with my loved ones. I feel important when I am around my family.
We all care for each other and do our very best to make our home a happy and a sweet home. A house becomes a home when it is more than a building; when we can share our happiness, celebrate unique moments, and meat together as one.
I often think about other people that are not privileged in having a house or a family. Everyone deserves to be treated kindly and never to be judged by their appearances, because everyone in this world is important one way or another. Everyone should have equal privileges, don’t you think?

Nice

Certifiedbillio:
Nice

how about you do you love home?

christinnah:



how about you do you love home?

I love home, but won't put money in my pocket

Certifiedbillio:
I love home, but won't put money in my pocket

what I mean is your family..

christinnah:


what I mean is your family..

of course I love them,

Certifiedbillio:
of course I live them,

thats great*

christinnah:


thats great*

Certifiedbillio:

upss

christinnah:



upss

yeah

Certifiedbillio:
yeah

is it day or night time out there?

christinnah:


is it day or night time out there?

1700 hrs

Certifiedbillio:
1700 hrs

christinnah:



how about you do you love home?

Home could mean different things to different people.

To me, home is that portal of jade graciously decorated with black curly bushes in between your femoral - and Yes! I luv home

Now, I must warn you, that guy is only trying to break into your HOME; and ofcourse - so am I

Zoharariel:


Home could mean different things to different people.

To me, home is that portal of jade graciously decorated with black curly bushes in between your femoral - and Yes! I luv home

Now, I must warn you, that guy is only trying to break into your HOME; and ofcourse - so am I