What Feels Like Home

Home feels like family and friends, cousins and uncles, grandparents and aunts. On cold days we'd just sit down by the fire drinking hot cocoa. Sometimes when we're bored we'd just play, read and draw. When me and my brother don't know what to do we'd just play X-Box. When I'm reading I hear my brother crying, waiting for someone. So then I just run there seeing what's wrong so then I make silly faces to try to cheer him up or jokes to make him laugh because he knows I'm always there for him. When my cousin comes to visit we know what to do. We start up our quads and go racing on the yard until our tanks have run out. Sometimes on cool afternoons I like hanging out on the grass, laying and looking at the sky. Sometimes I like to imagine. Sometimes I just dream about what feels like home.