My Home Is Me

Hi, my name is Esther and I'm here to talk about my home and what it means to me. My home is not just a house or building, it's a place where I express my feeling after school, laugh with my siblings for absolutely nothing, get mad at them for breathing too close to me, and so much more. At the entrance of my home is a homemade rug we made for Mother's Day. It looks weird and unfinished, but my mom loves it anyway. In our living room is our movie/gaming area. And next, my favourite part, the kitchen! This is where the magical smells come from. My next favourite is probably my room! My bed is on the top of the bunk always has my stuffies out and iPad left on before I rush for school. I’m usually almost late for patrol! Our basement has a humongous TV. It's basically my second room I love all the memories in my home. A home is not about the stuff, it’s about the people in it (but sometimes I prefer the stuff more than my siblings). Thank you so much for reading.