Not Just A Roof

My home is not just the roof over my head, it is the love inside of it. I have one house with my Mom, my Aunt, my Uncle, my two sisters and my two cats, Maze and Dexter. I share a room with my sisters which can be annoying because they playfully attack me when I’m minding my own business. But at least they let me sleep when I need to. I do love them. My mom cooks good food even though she was never taught to as a kid. She made sure not to do the same things as her stepmom. I am always certain that my mom loves me. In my other house, I have my dad, stepmom and two brothers, but no pets. My sisters and I are just starting to make a home there again. We snuggle on the couch with my dad. I feel safe and comfortable in both of my homes. My friends feel like home too because they are kind and respectful when I need space. My home is not my house, my home is my family and friends. As long as I am with them, I am at home. Fun fact: I like art, music and animals.