My Home

Every home is unique my home to me is not perfect. I hope every home is not perfect. My home is a chill Friday evening eating popcorn on the couch with the dog all cuddled with me. When I think of my home is me getting ready for dance. When I think of my home I see my sister doing dance for me . When I think of my home I see my dad and my brother yelling at me to get out of the way when they play mini sticks. When I think of my home is having my nana and papa over every weekend. When I think of my home is tasty melted cookies in my mouth. When I think of my home is family games that we play. That is when I think of my home.