Meaning of Home

My home is a place where I belong. It is not perfect but we have windows, walls, doors, trim, 2 cars, roof, floor, stairs, furniture. Even if some people call it small we have everything a house needs. And we lived there for years now. And nothing, I repeat nothing has gone wrong. Maybe our family is crazy like me and Kayla. But we all love each other. We just go crazy most of the time. Is it fine I think? And my cat Zoe is a calico cat and my dog Tessa is a frison poodle mix and They are my only pets. They are 12 and 18, my dog is 18, my cat is 12 and they are almost dead- my dog is blind my cat is limping. So they might not be here for much longer. But let’s not talk about that, let's think nicely. My family means the moon and back. From the stars to the moon and back down to land. And I mean that. They made me and they helped me grow and grow and grow. I remember when me and my little sister Hannah were little how much fun we had but now we have school and I have no time for her and when she is older we will have less and less time together. I hope she knows I care about her so when we are done school this year I am going to be with her and I hope I can make it better and then we won’t fight any more. I want to be with her and her to be with me and for us to make up not hate each other. I care about her but I have changed. She is the same perfect child that she is and I need to go back a bit and be nicer. Kinder not meaner and worse. I hope she knows that I care for her and if she doesn't I will tell her and that is the meaning of my home.