A Place to Belong

Home is a place to belong. Home is my family. Being with them makes me feel that I belong. Especially when my little brothers hug me before bed or before school. And I think my stepdad is a wonderful cook. When we all sit at the table to eat his fries, not only do I love the taste, but I love the stories told as well. And the games we play. I love making games for them to play. I mostly play with my little brothers, but sometimes my older brother plays too. When I play with my siblings I feel I belong. But when I’m not playing, I laugh as I hear the craziness. Just the sight of them playing makes me smile. I also love playing with Emerald, my dad’s puppy. She has black fur, a white stomach, and little stripes of brown where the black and white meet. Seeing her makes me feel that I belong. Home doesn’t have to be a place. Because a house is just a place. And I believe my family is my home.