Home is Siblings

This is what home is like for me. It's the smell of the garbage stacking up, because the person who was supposed to do it didn't, which is usually me. Siblings are people that you hold grudges against, and then you make up because you're bored. It’s roasting each other and our parents, saying stop being so mean to your sister but they don’t stop anyways, then trying to make a comeback. It’s when you are being annoying to your siblings and them being irritating, to you and then telling them to get out or shut up, in a really obnoxious angry tone that usually doesn’t work. It's when you ask your sister and brother to do something with you then they tell you no and go away. It’s when you play together and have fun all day and then you have no social battery for each other. It’s watching your siblings do their homework and then going to help even though you're not helping at all. This is home to me.