Home

Home is calm, happy and loving. In my house I hear my dad yelling at hocky, my brother playing guitar, my mom watching her shows and me FaceTiming Emily. Evry year in December on the 24 and 25 we go to my babas for supper, usually we have Chinese food. Home is a place where you might feel sad or mad but either way home is home. It doesn't matter if your home is small or big, home is still home. Your home might be where you grew up with lots of memories or you could have just moved but those memories moved with you. I love home.