What Home Means to Me

A home is where I live, it is life to me and my family, it is my friend. I have been there all my life with my sisters and my brothers and my mom and dad we live it I think it is so beautiful to me and my family and the people that come in to my house. I love them . It is where I spend most of my time. I love my home and I have lots of memories like when I got dropped down the stairs when I was little. And we are so close to my grandma and grandpa. They live right beside us. I have good memories with them, too. And I have some bad ones too but that is ok. And we have lots of gatherings at my house and it is so much fun and I have so much funny memories. I have lots animals that past away cats and dogs and bunnies and fish and my gecko his name was miser world wide I loved him so much I miss him all my animals passing were sad but I got over them and two years ago my foster sister went to a different home I cried for a long time but now I got over it when I was in my moms stomach we renovated our house. And when I was 6 we renovated are home and then when I was 9 we did it again and we did not do it since. After school I went home and spent time with my mom and my dad and my sisters and brothers too and my pets. And I hope people can stay warm through the cold winter and I hope we can help the people that don’t have a home so they can stay warm. Thanks for reading this bye.