What Home Means to Me

What home means to me. When I was 6 years old I moved to Ontario to Winnipeg. It was an adjustment but I got to like it’s because I moved to a great home. There are three bedrooms my parents, my brothers room and mine. Mine is obviously the best because I have such a comfy bed. My favorite place in my house is my living room. Because I can smell the yummy food from the kitchen. I love my living room because I love my comfy velvet blue couch. When I’m sick I love to cuddle up and watch Harry potter. My home is not just walls and a roof it is filled with love, and joy. My house isn’t just filled with rooms it is filled with loving people. My mom and my dad are not just my parents they are my two life poles and my brother is like my roof. My family helps me when I’m hurt or sad. My family are loving people I am so glad that they are my family. This is what home means to me.