My Home is My Home because It Has My Family

My home is where my family is, my brothers help me when I need help with homework or reading and they are really wonderful. My brother Bo is 14, my brother Quinton is 12, and I am 10 years old. My brothers love me a lot, they will help me get my dog's toy and they will ask me if I am sad, and cheer me up by going downstairs and playing with nerf guns. They will play with me if I am lonely and they tell me jokes in the living room and we dance. My home is where I have a special place to relax. My room has a bunk bed, carpet, bookshelf and a vanity. My room makes me mad when I stub my toe. I feel sad when I go up my ladder and hit my head on the fan. I feel happy when I go to bed, because I have dreams of pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows. I feel scared when my parents leave the house. I feel embarrassed when I fall while playing with my dog. I love the lights in my room, they make my room brighter. My home is where my memories are. My memories are of my childhood. When my mom went to work, my nan would come over and take care of me. When me and my brothers were kids, my dad would blow up the water slide. Once me and my brother put soap on the waterslide, it was so much fun! My home is special to me because it has my family, a special place and my memories. You should donate to Habitat for humanity, so everyone can have a home like me.