Meaning of Home

There’s a small house in Woodslee, it might not be much, but to me that's home, other people might not think such. As I walk in the door, I smell the aroma of home, the smile on my face, bigger than one on a garden gnome. My family comforts me, when I feel sad, and forgives the mean things, I say when I'm mad. My sister recites puns, that are very funny, and helps take care of me, when my nose is runny. With no people in it, you would call it a house, but with us here, everybody fits in, even the mouse. I consider them as family, I consider them as friends, because they will love me in this home, until the end.