My Home

Something special about my home is that there is always happiness — not always, but mostly. My home holds all the happy and sad moments of my life and my family’s life. One thing that is very special to me is my room. Whenever I’m sad, my room helps me get through it because of all the pictures I drew and put up. The thing I like most in my room is my bed and my pillow because sometimes, when I’m mad or upset about something, I usually punch it. I don’t know why, but I guess it helps me bring my emotions out instead of holding everything in my heart and later overthinking about it. My home is very special because it holds my family together. I have so many memories in my house, like having an argument with my brother and fighting, but later we watch a show together and forget about the argument.