Home

My home means everything to me. Every single night and morning I thank god for letting me have a roof over my head. But it's not just having a roof over my Head .It's not just that. In my house we randomly just have dance battles we also sing when we wash our hair. My home is where my heart lives, it's where my dreams come true. A house is having food in the cupboards And having family over when you're going away for the Christmas break and eating cake on someone's birthday. It's watching Black-ish as a family. The thing that makes my house so special is my mom got ready to go to her wedding in the same house that I live in today. When we brought my two baby brothers home in 2015 and we grew up there. It has been 10 years but for my brothers only 5. We're going to move but everytime she says that it makes me want to cry because I love myMy house. We have never gotten a leak in the roof.We painted our house. It looks different. My mom says .w home . And I would be homesick for the rest of the day but how can you be home sick from a house you haven't even left yet.Everyday I wake up in the morning and the sun hits my face. I have the room that is by the window so when my family goes by they say wow that's bright. But me I think of it as a wake up call. Like saying girl get up we have got a day to start. My home is welcoming new neighbors into the neighborhood. It's playing at the park and saying I have to go home now.Its playing in the backyard even though it's too small to play tag. But it's big I make snow angels when it snows I love my neighborhood and my house but most importantly my family .