The people you live with.
The sound of the NHL on Saturday.
It is the sound of me and my brother fighting and the sound of laughter.
Home is …
The smells. The smell of my mom’s makeup, perfume, candles and bad smells like my dad’s farts.
The place I relax when I am sick. My parents watch movies with me. It is the place were my dad puts me to sleep and tucks me in. He tickles my back and makes me feel better.
I LOVE HOME!