What Home Means to Me

Home to me is my family. Whenever I’m having a bad day or I'm sad, my family makes me feel better. My favourite memory is when I got my guinea pig. When I bought him the people put my guinea pig in a box with holes. Then when I got in my car me and my family started to pick names out and we picked out the name Lucky. And in the car Lucky kept squeaking because he was scared. When we got home we tried to get used to him. That's why my family and my guinea pig means home to me.