my home
A home is not a pile of bricks and nails
It's not just there to protect me when it hails
My home is where my family members are
It makes me sad when i am far
My home is the fun of cooking with my mom
Familiar smells make me calm
During christmas i watch movies with my dad
When he's home i'm never sad
At home my brother and i play grava-traxs
Then i take his candy and say ‘’sibling tax’’