Home...

Home is not just a roof over your head . Home feels like more of an emotion because it doesn’t matter where you are, it is about who you are with . Sometimes I come home mad or sad because something did not go my way. So I storm up to my room to think about all the things wrong with the world . Eventually I get bored so I go to the basement to play with my very carefully designed Barbie house. I only ever come up to eat because my dad makes awesome food. My dad makes the best mashed potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner and the best stew for Christmas. But no matter what he makes or how he makes it we all know it cannot top me and my brothers nachos. My brother and I have a lot of fun together . We play Minecraft and we make HUGE forts together. My brother is two years younger than me which means he can be annoying. Sometimes he will ask me to play with him 1000,000 times even though I keep saying yes. One of the things me and my brother have in common we both love snacks . Speaking of snacks, my mom makes the best desserts. I highly recommend her .She makes double chocolate muffins that are so good . My personal favorite is moms chocolate chip banana loaf . The secret is she waits til the bananas are black until she puts them in so then there are extra sweet . I love my family, especially my cousins. I feel at home when I am with them. We have a lot of fun together. Once we took my uncle's boat to a sandy beach where we made a home for an actual hermit crab that I even held myself . Home is a place to feel safe no matter where you are who you’re with as long as