What home means to me

Home is my mad place, my sad place, but most of the time, it's my happy place. I feel happy at home because of my brother's big smiles and big bright white teeth. They look like pearls because they are so shiny. Home can be my sad place because my cat ran away. Her name was Butterscotch Molly and she was so fun to play with. She was brown, grey black and white her eyes were bright green and they glowed in the dark. home is also my sad place because my brother ruined my best drawing I worked on for 2 weeks straight. Home is also my mad place because when my sisters are so rude to me I get so mad after I will go in my room and scream in my pillow. home is also my mad place because my sisters steal my stuff and when I say its mine they say no its not its mine and I go tell my mom she gets mad at them they go of crying and that's what home feels like to me.