Home

Home is somewhere you call home and you mean it. I would say my home is my house where me and my family live. Where I smell the delicious soup my mom and grandma make called Avgolemono, which is a Greek soup and it means rice and lemons, or where my dad makes his yummy meals for dinner. But I don't like when my baby sister poops. I also don't like when someone forgets to flush and it stinks up the whole house. It's so cute when my baby sister sings not words but high pitched notes, my mom covers her mouth when she gets too loud and it's pretty funny. I also like it when I just listen to music in my room. It's pretty peaceful until one of my siblings comes in to ask me the weirdest questions ever. My dad wakes me up in the morning and coughs as loud as he can when he leaves my room. But do you want to know what I do love? I love the taste of Avgolemono when it's freshly made by my mom, or when I steal chocolate from the cabinet. I love when my dad makes me an egg muffin before school, or when my dad brings home food from Zanders, and when my dad gets home, my sister is dancing to the Wiggles. I love playing this game with my family called Talking Points and I love it when we get to know each other more. I love my family and I would never change it if I had a chance. I am very thankful I have a happy relationship with my family and I hope it never changes.