When I Think of Home

when I think of home, I think of my perfect family my home is filled with love.in my home we play together and just enjoy the time with each other. Me and my brother fight sometimes, and we do not have the best relationship, but we still love each other. We do play together but barely. There is a difference between house and home a house is where there is little love little courage and little joy in a home there is a lot of love a lot of courage and a lot of joy. My home is where all my memories lie where my family is and where I can be myself the end