Home is love

What home means to me is family.My home is like a super, cozy, soft blanket from my family. My family is so funny and my dad tickles me and my brother.We play games in my house and when my mom wins my dad tickles my mom. I am the youngest in the family and my brother is the oldest. In the morning it feels so much like a soft cooling breeze in my face. In the afternoon it feels like the warm sun is flowing by. In the evening it feels like a warm hug with my family. When we eat we always pray to give thanks to God for a lovely home. I would describe my home as, beautiful, cozy, cheerful, peaceful, comfy, friendly,and enjoyable. I sleep in my cozy home, my bed is as soft as a fuzzy blanket. When my whole family is at my house I feel comforted. That is what home means to me.