The Meaning of Home

I can hear mom making dinner in the kitchen. Yum, I say my favorite food! I see my little brother playing outside with his friends. I see my dad working on some important work. I see my sister calling her friends, even though it drives me crazy that she talks so loud. I tell her to "shh" but of course she doesn't. I see my other brother playing his games. He yells every time he doesn't win. I love home even though I miss my home country. Home is so lovely and safe even though i miss my home country, home is the place I am in, and I feel safe here. Every time I have a bad day I miss home. I want to get there and just go in my bed snuggled up in my warm blanket. Home is like a story where you grow up in the house. You remember old memories even the times you get hurt, even the times you cry. the happy times, the sad times, the angry times. all of them. All the scratches on the house reminds me of the old memories. I hate when I have to move to a new house. I don't like it because you get rid of all the old memories.