Home is Not Just a Place

Home is not just a place, it’s more like a place that keeps me safe. A home can not be replaced. In my house I have everything. By that I mean all the things, one of them, or should I say more than one, it’s not a thing. IT'S MY FAMILY. In my house I see my brother. His nickname is TROUBLE, In my head I call him disaster, trouble maker. He also randomly hates everything.I like to fight with him when he is watching teletubbies and when he sees something funny. He runs to me and not my sister because he hates her for no reason. Some people have 2 homes. One of my houses is the one that keeps me safe and has a roof. My other home is my family and my family is full of support and love. I just love my family so much. My home is loud and my siblings like to fight, but they don’t fight ,but they don’t fight a lot. Sometimes my brother comes to me and he says Olesia come fight on the couch and I say OK and we laugh. Then we play and watch T.V. and while he is watching T.V. I went to my sister and asked what are you doing and she said nothing. So I asked if you want to play Roblax and in my mind I’m thinking she will probably say yes and she says no thanks. So then my whole family made dinner together and I heard my family laughing . My home is full of laughter. My home is amazing. Some people don’t have a home and that makes me really sad. I feel so bad and I hope that in the future they will also get a home. When it comes to my home I don’t like it, I love it so much! I know for sure that my home can’t be replaced. The End.