My marvelous meaning of home

My house is in MacGregor you see, and in it is the Frank family. The table for my family to meet and a place for us to eat. There are four bedrooms of the house, and there is not a single mouse. Two stories of the house, one up one down, and still no mouse. Two T.V’s looking great, something good to celebrate. There are creaking floors, eleven doors, and lots of love to go around. There are nice stairs, two rocking chairs, and a deck that won’t wreck. My home has different smells but none like hotels. There are lots of different things to hear but never a deer. I love my family dearly, you see love like this yearly. When I come home my family is there. You see, a home and a house are not the same, like this contest is not for winning or for the fame. And that is my house without a mouse. That is my description of home, hope you love it down to the bone. I am very lucky you see, I have a house and a lovely family. When I come home my family is there, I have no worries and no doubts I don’t care.