My home

My home By Elijah.Jackson I know how some people don’t have a home, food, a bed, or the safety of a home. This Is why I am writing the meaning of my home of my memories and my Sister, my Mom And Dad. All the good memories of me and my family at home. When Rylee my sister came home at 4h week old it was so much fun to see her come to her home and family. When Rylee was two she would run after me when I ran and she would always hug me all the time. It made me cry because it was also a dream come true. When I was 7 I had a ninja cake when Rylee was 3 she loved the cake. All the good time’s of me and my sister at home. Rylee would play with me all the time from 2 till 5 because she is 5 years old and I am 9. Rylee would call me Boba all the time and Rylee still calls me Boba. Rylee is 5 but she will be 6 on August 9 and I will be 10 in may. She will be in grade 1 and I will be in grade 5. The good times of my Mom and Dad at home. When my Mom would play with me when I was little. How my Dad would teach me how to play XBox when I was 5, 6, 7. And how they would play with Rylee. How my Mom and Dad made the backyard bigger so I could play a lot more because I was growing up. How my Mom and Dad have loved me since I was 1 day old till 9 years old. As you can see, all the cool things in my home are full of my memories, my Sister, Mom and Dad. Because my home is means everything to me and my family.