My Home is My Home

My home is my home I call my home “my home” for a reason. It was my fourth birthday. I woke up, went downstairs and I was surprised by my mom, dad and brother. They told me we are going to be able to move into our new house,but unfortunately I wasn’t able to help move in because I was at daycare . My new home we have a lot of more memories inside and .Inside in my basement we can play mini sticks nerf gun fight and fight and play video games and up stairs there is my kitchen the great smell of delicious food,there is my living room where we play card games and talk about funny things.And there is my room where I feel safe and playful