My Home

The meaning of home to me is somewhere that I feel loved and cared for. I live with my mom, dad, and sister. My mom is kind, my dad is funny, and my sister Grace is so annoying… but only rarely she’s nice. In my house I have three stories (basement, first floor, second floor.) I have my own room now on the second floor, but in my old house I had to share a room with my sister in a very small room, so I really like that I have my own room now. My old house was way smaller than my house right now and when I heard that I was moving, I was sad and kind of mad, but I’m glad I move, because my home right now is perfect just the way it is. My home is also warm and comfy and wherever I live it always felt like home. Wherever my family goes It feels like home.