What is Home?

What home is to me is something nice. Only some things are bad, especially animals, like mice. My home has a roof, some walls, windows, and a door. That’s not it, there is definitely way more. My parents make us really yummy food. So we are all happy, and we are not in any mood. After a long day at school, I want to see my house. I want to go to my living room, and lounge on my couch. I have a happy sister , amazing mom, and a happy dad. I am really happy, they are not so bad. My home is as sweet as a chocolate cake. Because near my home, there is a beautiful lake. Even if this poem was short, At my house, there is a fort. That I sort and sort until it is all nice. And the good thing is, There is nothing bad, Like head lice.