What home means to me

Home to me is to have a loving family and an amazing smell of pasta from the italian store in the air.In Rome, I made pasta near the Trevi fountain with my mom, and two of my other best friends.Because of Rome now whenever I see pasta, I think of my mom and Italy. My sisters are so encouraging because sometimes if I have a swim meet or a soccer tournament, they always wish me good luck and hope You win. Even though they annoy me, sometimes I still love them, but sometimes I get really angry. That is when I just want to go to my room and be alone. Another thing that I like about home is my mom and dad. Sometimes they push me to do stuff but after I come home and at the end of the day, I always feel so much better about what they said. I also love playing catch with my dad, because he is so funny! I feel warm and cozy Because of the loving family that supports me at hard times. Thank you home for humanity for giving homes to people in need.