Missing home

I miss home quite regularly. I get homesick and I start to tear up. My family is my life and I wish I didn't have to go to school so far away.
My dad is my hero, my role model, and the one I turn to when I have trouble. He makes me laugh, and we always jokingly argue. We rarely ever get into fights and he is always there for me.
My mom is my best friend. She is always there for me and I can tel her anything. If anything ever happened to her, I wouldn't know what I would do.
My brothers are my protectors. They may not seem like they care what I do, but deep down they care and take good care of me because I am their baby sister. They always include me in the stuff they do and make me feel included.