What makes my home, Home

When I fill up with tears, my family comforts me, but with some other families they don’t even care about their children. I can also be very silly around my family, because no one judges me, and they help me alot. That all shows that my family is a safe, loving, and caring home, and that’s all that matters. Some parents get abusive, but mine don’t. They respect my area. Personally I think I’m very picky, when I don’t like a certain food, they are fine with that. I also get to decorate for Easter, Halloween, Christmas, and things like that. I am all glad for this because, some people don’t even have homes, or their homes don’t feel right, they also may not have food, family, and water. So I’m very lucky for all of this. A lot of the time, me and my sister fight and fight, but eventually we make up and start to hang out, and I absolutely love it when we hang out. We are always making memories as a family. Currently, one of my brothers went to Europe, and is an exchange student. It hasn’t felt like fully home yet, since I can’t speak to him in real life, but once me and my sister and parents get on call with him, there is always joy in the air.