Home is...

Home is where my family stays. Home is where I eat and play. Home is where I feel safe. Home is where I laugh and dance. Home is where I hug and love, even sometimes I hurt and cry. But most of the time I’m happy and loved. Sometimes I'm mad but mad or not my family are the people that I love. Sometimes I hate but no matter what family is family. And family is what I love. My brother’s might have a different mother but we're family by choice. I love them so much and I know they love me too, even if they don’t say it I know they care. My brother may be different but I love him different or not. Autism is a thing that happens. It can be a lot but it makes my brother himself. I couldn’t imagine him any other way. My family is the best. I couldn't imagine having a different one. Step brothers over time turn into your siblings, blood or not. Family is family and no matter what, family are the people you grow up with. Whatever happens you always love your siblings even if you're fighting you will never want them out of your life.