Home

Home can mean everything, but it can't mean nothing. To me, home means a lot. My mom is very nice. My dad is nice. I love home because I am able to go in my basement and play my favorite sport (basketball) with my little brother. I love my brother even though we don't get along all the time. My mom makes the best food ever. I love it when she cooks. My dad is very nice. Although he works for a long time, I will never forget him because all those memories are in my heart. I had two dogs and when the first one passed away, I cried. I was so sad. After, I only had one dog. Their names were Penny and Dacoda. Dacoda passed away first. They were my favorite dogs. I loved them so much. About a year later, Penny passed away, but I will never forget them because whoever is in my house, I will never not remember them. I am glad I have a roof over my head and if I could, I would donate money to homeless people because I know how bad they need it. In my home, I have a bed and I love movie nights. It's when my family snuggles up and watches a movie. I will never forget those times. My grandmothers are nice too. They give me things I love. They are my favorite. Sometimes, I feel like I am different than the others. I don't know why? I live in a peaceful neighborhood. I love my family so much that I would do anything for them.