Home to Me

What home means to me. Home has a bed. it has a roof, air, fun, imaginations. In memories with my family. Every day when I get home I take off my stuff and I start to do my piano. Next after I do my piano, I go eat dinner. Then I start to annoy my brothers. After I start to annoy my brothers he screams at me and that’s when I run out the room so I don’t get in trouble. Then I blame it on my brother. Then I go to tell my dog that he’s a good boy and he wags his tail and jumps up on me. Then I give him a treat, that dog is way too spoiled. He gets Christmas presents, stocking presents, and cute little clothes that he loves. I love when we go on vacation but I love when we come back and I have fresh smell of my home back. I love my bed.