What Home Means to Me

Home is a place of peace and sometimes madness. I love my sister but sometimes she's an evil mastermind and attacks me for no reason. I think I may have taught her too many Taekwondo skills. I love my family but our house is mysterious. We have an old house. My dad’s Instruments fill the downstairs area. My mom sleeps on the couch, me and my sister have our own rooms and so does my dad. My sister's room used to be my mom's, then when she was born she gave her room up to my little sister. I love my family but they can be very chaotic. The end .