My Home

Home. Home is where you say “I love you”. Home is where the special people are in your life. Home is where you belong, Home is a feeling. My home is where my dog greets me at the door, where I run to at the end of school everyday. Where I get a home feeling right when I walk through the front door. My house is my home. My Home. When I think of my home I have a certain picture in my mind. I picture me and my family sitting at my dining table, usually laughing at my sister. My sister is funny, she always makes us laugh. I picture me and my relatives, smiling because my favorite people are visiting. I picture us all sitting in my living room laughing at my dads terrible dad jokes. They are bad, but they always make us laugh. My memories made with my family will always be remembered. Memories are precious, and I will never forget all the times I laughed and smiled so much my cheeks hurt. I love my home, and my home is where my family is.