A home is a home no matter what

“Ouch”! I hate sharing a room with my 3-year-old sister Mia, she's so crazy, she just punched me to wake me up and she sure did wake me up. “Why is my house so tiny? I just hate this house, it's so small”. I got out of bed for breakfast and my brother kept pushing me. “Stop pushing me Marcus” I said to my four and a half year old brother. Mom said “come on let's get in the car” because we're going to see my cousin Sarah for a few weeks. I'm so happy that I'm going to go into a house that's way better than mine. When I finally got to my cousin's house I ran to the door and I said “hey Sarah I'm so happy to see you.” I heard a screaming noise then I saw Mia crying she must have got hurt. She was holding her skinned knee, she had fallen off Sarah’s swings. I ran to my mom as fast as I could. Mom gave her a band-aid over the next few days. We all took care of each other and when we had to go home I noticed that living in a small house wasn't that bad, yea we still annoyed each other so much but it does not matter as long as I have a loving and sometimes crazy family. When I got home it went back to normal but I didn’t mind being annoyed as long as I knew I had someone had my back, but I still annoyed my siblings a lot. We had an awesome time and Mia stopped punching me. She just woke me up gently and Marcus stopped pushing me, yay! The house didn’t seem small anymore.