Ode to Home
Home is where you laugh, cry, and sometimes whine. Home is where you fight, make up, and fight again. Home is a place where I have a family that loves me as much as I love them. Home is being with family. Home is wrestling with my brothers and beating them. Home is coming inside and smelling disgusting pho. Home is going to my play room and being lazy. Home is getting hugs from your parents. Home is hearing your parents watch horror movies upstairs. Home makes me feel lazy and safe. Home is important to me. If I didn’t have a home I would shiver, starve and possibly get sick. I love my home.