My Hoooooome

I have memories I will never remember without my home. I have a perfect home with memories all around. This is a home where there are memories that I am really sorry for. I look through this house and see lots of things. Like my balls represent my last school and the sunflower represents my sister dancing. This is a home where my mom cuddles me not only the time when outside is cold but the time when inside is cold. My sister and I fight through the days but it seems like we play like a kit. My home is my home because all the things are me and my family’s. This is my home because I have my memories, my things and my family. My home is waiting for me like my pets, my home is waiting for me like my parents. It is true that my sister and I fight but who cares to win or lose? My home is where I am, and always lives in my heart. It never changes until someone else moves but I get a new home. My new home may be new but my things are still here. I move a lot and have lots of homes. My home is where I am, and I am where my home is. My home is wonderful no matter what. Even if my home is small and a house is big I will choose my home. I sometimes know, the outside is too cold but I can go home because it is warm inside. I will never choose a house since there is always a home waiting for me. When I go here and there, there will always be a place for me at my home. There would always be a place for me at home always and ever. I have a home that is my own. A home that lets me have my feelings like sadness, happiness, are peeling. That is why I chose this one on my own. I never regretted the choice I made because it didn’t cut me with a blade.