Home is family

When I think of home, I think of my family. My family makes me feel safe when I'm scared, sad, going through hard moments, when I need to make some hard decisions, etc. They tell me nice things or try to cheer me up and when they do those things, it makes me feel really safe, even my dog when she sees me feeling sad or angry she comes to me, licks me, lays down in between my legs and makes me want to pet her and feel better. My home is full of love between my family (and dog) because we try to not fight between me and my brothers or sometimes with my mom or dad but if we fight, we say sorry and forgive each other in any circumstances or places, even my dog licks us to say that she is sorry. My dog makes me feel loved because when I get home from school or from soccer, she jumps on me happily.