Home can be a place or it can be people

Home can be a place or it can be people, you just have to find the right ones. Home is where My younger sister uses mixes to bake scrumptious cakes and my yard stinks of dew, Where I know my dog is roaming around by the tappy paws on the hardwood floor Where me and my sisters find weird ways to occupy ourselves, Where my dog rushes to greet my Mom at the door and makes her day, everyday, Where the sun rises as it shines through our large glass windows, Where my younger sister makes it known every time I fart, Where my older sister paces until her legs hurt, Where my family laughs their hearts out while playing Mario Kart, Where I know my mom is crocheting in the comfy sinky chair when I hear her needles tapping together, Where my dog slaps his small tail on the floor and still somehow manages to make noise, Home can be a place or it can be people, you just have to find the right ones.