Thinking of Home

When I think of home. I think of my dog because he always barks when I am asleep and then I hug him. Then he bites me then I grab my slipper and I slap him. And I think of my dad because he teaches me basketball but he doesn’t teach me cooking. Also he helps me with homework but he goes to work mostly. And I think of my mom because I always see her cleaning up the house and sometimes she watches movies. And my brother teaches me the controls on my computer. Also he stays in his room mostly.