My Home Being My Great Loving Family

Home is a word thrown around loosely but listen to this and you will see why a home is practically a family. To me, home means spending time with my family. Home is where my brother and I watch football all night. To me, home means debating with my loving family. We debate about whether we should scold my brother for breaking his phone or if we should be laughing at his mistake. To me, home means playing board games with my family. My dad always wins at monopoly. We try and try but his math and strategy outshine all four of us combined. All in all my home equalize my loving, funny and very very kind family.