THIS IS HOME TO ME

Home is life. I can feel the heat of the fireplace throughout the whole winter but my brother does not want it on, which I hate, because I get cold. At home I can see my brother doing his lego. He does it all day which makes me very sad because I want to play with him. At home I smell the brownies that my mom makes twice every year just for me and my brother, but we still argue every time, for who gets the last one. I taste the chewy flavored gum in my mouth once a week but when there is only one piece left, my brother wants it. I hear the sound of my brother getting mad over his lego because, something went wrong. P.S. I'm not sad that I fight with my brother. I like fighting with my brother, I love my brother. That's what home means to me.