My Home Is

My home means so many things, like my mom waking me up with the blender sound; even in my country that happened every day, I still miss my country and my family that lives there. My home is so loud, like my sister and me playing with stuffed dogs and animals. My home smells so good, like delicious food. Like all families, we have traditions like dancing some nights just for fun. Sometimes my sister and I play games on the computer. Without all that, my life would be incomplete; that is why I love my family because without them that would not be home.