Home to Me is

Home isn’t just stones and walls, it's the voices you hear . Like playing games on the tv with your family and yelling at each other . Or After school Later my annoying sister and dad start yelling like crazy about the domus things like calm down ! But when me and my cousin are playing foosball And we're laughing and having fun but then my sister joins us but all she does though is pick on us. It's like you join and you're not just having fun playing games with us but stabbing are harts. Sometimes when I’m sick and just need a break I chill with my dad watching a show or movie . Even if it's loud, silent or just talking, harsh or nice yes and no words are special to home Home doesn’t have to be towering walls and a roof .It is the people you see that you trust that’s what counts for a home . Like the smiles, you see every day from your friends and family. Talking to your family and your sister who annoys you even though you know she loves you. Or playing outside with your friend sledding going up and down yelling saying again again again! Or just being alone reading a book we’re playing on your phone. That’s what makes home special to me.