House as a Home
My house fells like a home because I feel loved when my dad shoots the soft hockey balls at me. I make memories when we play board games at the wooden table together. I celebrate holidays. The hot chocolate we drink on Christmas day feels like a warm blanket on a cold winter day. In conclusion this is why my house feels like a home.
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