My Home

My house turns into a home when my parents walk in and say, “Shalom.” When I walk in, I smell my Tita’s fresh and fantastic food, and it makes me want more. My home is something you can’t buy, if someone tries I might cry. The memories we have made never fade. They are stuck in my head like butter on bread. I love hockey,soccer and video games with my bros, and I love watching them grow. Now you can see what my home means to me.