My house, My family

The meaning of home to me is my mom’s beautifully cooked crisp, sweet Apple pies that make your mouth water. Home is my brothers and I making Lego skyscraper’s that tower over everything making the sounds of laughter echo though our house. Home is my brother’s rivalry higher than anything could possibly be. Home is when my family and me sit cozily watching movies. Home is when you are sleeping on the coziest bed to be known.