My Home is For Me

home is where my family is. Where my mom ‘s warm hugs are celebrated at night. Home is where my father ‘s words guide me through life ‘s ups and downs. Home is where my brother and I play all day in the nice warm sun. home is fun with my family, and I love them so. My house is full of pictures I love to look at them. Pictures take me bake in time to when my dad was little. Pictures can be called Pics, but I prefer pictures. Pictures are magical I love to look at them. It wouldn’t be home without my sentimental gifts. I have a little teddy named Pinky (it was a gift from my dad ‘s dad.) And it smells like cupcakes. I have a little yarn blanket. (It was a gift from my daycare teacher Monzerat.) and it smells like yarn. I have a little critstlo. (It was a gift from my mom) and it is pretty. I love sentimental gifts.