My Best Home As A Ten Year Old Girl

Here is a story of my best and loving home! After school as a ten year old girl my dad picks me up at school and gives me the biggest hug ever. When I arrive at home I know it’s time to chill and relax. Anyways when it’s time for dinner I always smell something good happening in the kitchen. When it’s time for bed time (my favourite part of the day) I snuggle up in bed then my mom or dad gives me good night kisses. Then it’s time to sleep/dream. Okay we were just talking about what I do in life. Let’s actually talk about my home/house. In my living room is where I hear phone, tablet, and TV noises and I hear disagreements that my parents make. (but they don’t do disagreements that often I am just talking about it). I believe every parent make lot’s of disagreements I can say. Every family is not a perfect family. My family could be perfect and sometimes not. F-A-M-I-L-Y= f for father, m for mother, I for I, l for love, and y for you. So basically is my opinion the meaning of family mean father and mother I love you (I swear I made that up) Lastly, let’s just talk about home, yes, home. Home is my safe place, home is where I make fun and loving memories, home is where my mom brought me after birth, and home is where I took my first steps and first words. I hope you liked my paragraph or I can say essay!