My house is a town house. It is old and small. But that is not the important thing. Because the house is just a building. The point is that the home is full of love and care. In my opinion, a home and a family is are the same meaning. So, home is my favorite place. My family is big. It’s so funny when we are together. Even when we are fighting, it makes me happy too. In my child’s birthday, my mom and dad bought some cake for me. My aunts, my uncles, my cousins, my grandmother give me many presents. I felt like a princess. When I am grown up, I don’t have any cake or presents as much as old day. But my parents, my brother and I will have lunch and have some trip together. I think. I have the most perfect family (or home) in the world. :))