Home is my family

Home is where I pull the sheets over my head where no one can see me., This is my treasure full of lot’s of weird and secret things where no one has to see it, it feels like I can just be me. Home is like a swing where I cCan watch the world from above. At times when I'm less shy,I like to open up to my family and be with them. My sister and I use use our wild imaginations to create something amazing.Our imaginations are like a recipe book,with new recipes every day. My mom is like an airplane who picks me up into the clouds to my comfort zone. As I lie there with my mom,I feel relaxed as if there was a wall that was so strong,it could block anxiety.My dad is like a star in the dead of night. Even at the hardest, he’s still smiling, he still positive.That inspires me to glow too, at my Hardest, at the dead of night. Home is the sound of my mother cooking,my dad clicking on his Computer,my sister jumping up and down,it feels like love and Happiness. But sometimes it isn’t,sometimes it’s the sound Of me and my sister fighting,the sound of my parents quarreling, The sound of DARKNESS. But we learn to work through it. A Perfect home wouldn’t exist. And i’m not talking about my house,I'm talking about my family. Home wouldn't be, well,”home” without my family.I don’t care What house,or what shack I live in,as long as it’s with my family.