WHAT HOME MEANS TO ME

A home means a lot to me, where there is love for a whole family. A home is where I could spend time with my family. This place for me is full of happiness and harmony. When walking in I feel full of joy, getting excited to play with a toy. Not forgetting about my family too, I like to play with my little sister even though the only word she says is ackoo. Let’s start with the living-room where love is distributed throughout this room. The comfy couch and the marble table makes me feel warm and stable. Why don’t we go up the stairs, with a few plants that my family shares. This’s where my sister almost broke the glass pot, but some how she was not caught. The first room I mostly see over here is my bedroom, which me and my sister share, even though I think it is not fair. This room is kind of small, but I hang many things on the wall. Next to my room is my brother’s room full of toys, but not all of them are for boys. This room was supposed to be for my dad, and in those times, he was glad. Across the hall is my baby sister’s room, full of giggles and fun, but because of her, I can not get my work done. By the way, I have two sisters and one brother, but we don’t really play with each other. Oops, I forgot to tell you about the dining room, where we all supposed to sit together and eat, but with the six of us, there is not enough seats. My home is where we share sadness and laughter together, and everyday it is getting better and better. As long as, love, laughter and kindness stay, my amazing home will never fade away. Through every joy through every tear, my home whispers to me, I am safe right here.