What Home Means to Me

I feel very safe at home even though it was kinda scary when I was a kid. It was scary as a kid because I used to see scary things while I was sleeping. The food my mom makes is good. I remember she made me my favorite food. I fell in love with that food. The water and drinks keep me hydrated for when my mom is gone. I feel so comfortable that I sleep with shorts on and I just love my family. I mostly have to love my siblings because I'm older than some of them. Home is somewhere it is okay to make fun of your siblings. Home is somewhere to say that your sister doesn't look good when she actually looks good. Either way, I remember I helped my mom with some food. All I made was fresh french fries and a salad plus some chicken burgers. My mom told me when your siblings are hungry make them some food, but I still tell my sister to make food. Sometimes I feel like my sister is my mom when my mom is gone, my sister is in charge. I really love it when we go on a vacation, but my little siblings will cry and cry because they have no internet. I do because I have an ipad for data. It really helps to put on music so I can just have a good time with my phone before it runs out. Sometimes my mom takes my phone and gives it to the children so they can stop crying. Home can be anything. To me, home is beautiful.