what home means to me

Home means a lot to me. To me it's not just a wall and a roof. It means way more than that. When I get home I open my frozen door handle. When I get in it feels like comfort and love. The first thing I hear is my mom calling me to hug her and telling she loves me. I feel the warmth in her hug. Then I go to the couch and see my brother, he's watching television. I curl up in my blankets. It feels peaceful and quiet. I am relaxing. When at dinner my parents sometimes talk. And my brother complains a lot. My family and I sometimes play board games like chess and monopoly. When playing with my brother we play a made up game called zombie. It was magnificent. Me and him play roblox together and I troll him a lot. I was holding back my laughter, and he was enraged! When we go to bed my brother and I talk to each other and sometimes play games. It is really incredible! Now when I sleep I hug my stuffies. They are really soft. After the day it feels like my home is full of love and comfort. When I get sick my parents care for me. They give me medicine, love and long rest. It's just perfect for me because without my home it would be challenging to live alone. That's what home means to me.