My Home

My home is my home and your home is yours. Home can be anything to anyone whether brand new or worn. Home is a place which I adore. Sometimes it’s clean and sometimes it’s messy. My mom, dad and brother live there with me in cozy warm pj’s laughing and loving every second of it. My home isn’t great because it’s not at all perfect. It’s sometimes dirty, messy and much more but I made at least half of my memories in that house. They weren’t all perfect memories - fun or with someone. Some of them are just ordinary times like sitting at the table eating my breakfast . But all of those memories are just mine and no one else's.