What Home Means To Me

When I think of home, I think of a roof over my head a family that cares about me, a dad that will cuddle me when I am sad and a mom that cares for me and a sister to play with and a brother that sells me overpriced things and another brother to watch play video games and to see him on the rare occasion. I think of an older sister to teach me to do cool crafts, a mom to do fun things with me and a yard to play with animals in. I think of a chicken to play with and to cuddle and baby lambs being born all the time and my friend coming over constantly. My city is a loving community, my province is full of wonderful places and my country is filled with famous people and big mountains and giant lakes and more importantly it has loving and kind people in it.