The Meaning if Home

My home is many things: love, chaos and Boba Tea. My home is love. Like a cute little dove. It’s a warm fuzzy feeling. It’s the love that we’re dealing. In my home we all love each other, from my mother to brother. Even though sometimes we don’t get along, When I come back from school and the bell goes ding-dong, I go into my home, the place where I belong. My baby brothers come running to the door, give me a big hug, then I feel sad no more. My home is chaos. In my home a normal day is everybody screaming because they can’t have their way. my brothers throwing toilet paper everywhere, yanking and pulling each other’s hair. My sister is screaming at the top of her lungs while my brothers are sticking out their little tongues. So sure, my home is chaotic and we might be a bit idiotic. But we all still love each other and clean up after one another so our home isn’t chaos it’s love. My home is Boba Tea. Sweet and beautiful like a bee. The cup is our home, the place where we roam. My family is the popping pearls. We’re such lovely boys and girls. The juice is the love flowing around us. My mom will hit me if I cuss. Just like Boba, my family's sweet. We’re so amazing, we can’t be beat. Just like popping pearls we pop and get mad. But we forgive each other, so don’t get sad. My home is love. My home is chaos. My home is boba tea. That is my home.