Home by Dakota

My house is a place where laughter grows. Where silly moments never end. We might laugh over our mistakes, or even when we’re mad. Sometimes over the smallest things. It’s the type of laughter that makes your stomach hurt. The type of joy that brings you to tears. It does not matter what it is about. Just know we’ll be together laughing loud.

One time, my family and I were watching the movie Storks, and a silly pigeon started singing “How You Like Me Now.” His singing got worse and worse by the second, and we could not help it—we all burst into laughter. It wasn’t just a small laugh, it was the kind of laughter that makes your face hurt and your stomach sore. That moment stuck with me because it was so random, so funny, and we were all laughing together. That is the kind of joy my house holds.

Or even when we do karaoke. It always starts off normal, until someone realizes they have been singing the lyrics completely wrong. Then everyone bursts out laughing, and instead of fixing it, we just keep going with the wrong words like it is part of the song. By the end, we're not even singing, we’re just laughing too hard to finish.

Sometimes we stay up late and watch youtube at night. We had watched a video, and the mailman jumped on the trampoline and broke it. On top of that he fell. All we did was laugh. We laughed so hard we could not breathe.

Even during tense times, like when we’re all doing work and getting frustrated, someone might say something random, and just like that we are laughing again. That is the kind of home I live in. One where we laugh over the smallest things. And where we are always together.

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