Home

My home is somewhere where I can be myself. Home is a place where I can express my feelings and spend time with my family. A house is just built with bricks, has furniture, a tv and a floor. These are some things you can find in a house, but you can't find memories in a house. Home is where memories are everlasting. Home is where I eat all my favourite foods like pizza, burger and many other stuff. Home is filled with memories. Some of my favourite memories at home are fighting with my siblings. My home makes me happy. When I visit someone else's home, I don't feel too comfortable because my bed is filled with memories of sleeping. My home is not like other homes and houses; it is filled with memories and love and fights and arguments. At home, I watch football (soccer). Sometimes there is laughter and happiness and sometimes there is crying, and people are mad. Home is where I watch movies with my family. Sometimes my dad is not home, but we call him and tell him we love him because he is a big part of our home. At home, I play with my siblings. I play on my PlayStation sometimes, I beat my brother sometimes, he beats me, but I still love him. Home is like my bee hive. There is a queen, which is my mom, there is a worker, which is my dad, and there are the kids, and the rest are the kids, which are me, my brother, and my sister. Home can mean different things to others, but to me it means memories and happiness. To me, home is a place where I feel loved, respected and I can play and laugh freely. This is home to me.