My Home is Like Legos

In my home I have parents who love me and siblings who sometimes care for me. My home is a bit similar to Legos, because you start from scratch and once you build your family, if you push someone a bit too hard, they’re going to break sooner or later. There’s a couple of more reasons why it’s a bit similar to Legos, but you’re going to have to keep reading in order to find that out. Home is a place I don’t have to try to fit in like I do at school. In my home it’s very chaotic almost everyday especially if my siblings are home. Lastly, in my home everybody supports each other. Home means a place I don’t have to fit in like I usually do at school, and you feel accepted for who you are. It's like Lego pieces where every piece is different and not everyone is the same, yet they all go well together at some point. Some days before school, I get ready to try my best to fit in. Instead, when I'm at home, I feel accepted for who I am and I don’t even have to try. Even if you wear the most un-matched, or the most hideous outfit, you won’t be judged, your sibling might do the opposite because they think they’re cool, but deep down they still care for you. In my home, it’s non-judgmental, and I hope yours is too. In my home my siblings are very chaotic. They are also very disruptive, especially when they start getting into fights with one another. Every turn you take, everybody’s doing something different, like my dad’s probably on his computer like every other day, my mom’s making dinner, Mathew and Victoria are most likely fighting, and then my big sister who yells across the whole house trying to stop the fight, but instead she makes it way worse. My brother shouts every time he plays with his friends on his computer, or better yet, hits his table really hard because he lost or something like that. Victoria always annoys me, by stealing my stuff, copying me and starts singing at the most random times so loudly across the house. The most chaotic thing is when we eat dinner together, because at any time someone could just start a fight and then everybody starts screaming at each other and it gets very noisy. At the end of every argument, we attempt to forgive each other, but sometimes one person doesn’t want to forgive the other or say sorry, so it turns into another fight and then the arguing starts all over again. The last main thing of what a great home is, is that everybody supports each other. This is also kind of just like Lego a bit, when each piece needs the other for things to work out. I was in a play in grade three, and my family showed up for me, and at the end of the play they were very supportive. Another moment in my life is when I got my test back, but it wasn’t really a good mark, so my older sister and my mom gave me comfort, and helped me try to be better for the next one. For me, support means, for example, right before a big exam and you don’t really feel that confident that you will do great, your parents will support you and give you the confidence you need in order to try your best, and get the score you deserve. A great home is when you don’t have to try and fit in, and you are accepted for who you are. It’s chaotic, yet still filled with love. Finally, you all support each other. My favorite thing in my home is when every time we get into an argument, we always make up, even if it takes a while. I hope in the future, we can make more memories together. What is your favorite memory, and why?