The Home that Means so Much to Me

We have only lived in my new home for eight months but I feel like I belong there. Pretend you`re looking through a looking glass. What you see is family, love, and kindness. I feel like I'm wrapped in a big fuzzy blanket when I'm cold. My mom always packs my lunch and brother`s lunch for us. However, sometimes home isn't where a house is, it`s where your family is. Some of my family members live far away. However I am still at home with them. Stuff doesn't make your house a home, your memories and family do.