A Cherished Place

In the cherished place I call home, I live with the best family I will ever have. When I walk in, I can smell the melted, soft, scrumptious, chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. The smell wafts up my nose and I see my Mom making the cookies. I find my brother eating the soft, flavorful cookies as my brother burns himself as he eats one. The cookies leave a smell in my room and every single bit of my house. In this wonderful place, I can see my mom who makes marvelous meals. I can see my dad always eating those delicious meals and my brother kicking the soccer ball around the house. I can see my stuffed Jellycat bunny in my room, hanging on my bed. It is not just a bunny, it is a sleek, minute , stuffed animal and it’s name is Fluffy Snow Mavi. I can see the living room with all the blankets from watching a movie with my loving family. I see the staircase that leads into my bedroom with Fluffy in it. On my way down the stairs, I hear the TV going on while my mom washes the dishes in the kitchen. When I am in my delightful house, I feel so happy. I feel hungry, warm, cozy, and grateful. This spectacular home is mine so I can touch many things that mean a lot to me. I cuddle up with my mom, on my bean bag chair, wrapped in my warm, soft blanket. I watch movies with my family on a muddy, wet, rainy day. I love to play video games with my splendid Nintendo Switch. This is my home and I wouldn't do anything to change it. I love to play in my back yard with my family playing on the swings. I play scrabble with my grandpa, mom and my brother. My family can see me watching my favorite movie, which is Diary of the Wimpy Kid. My home is loved and cherished because we are all there together in one place; my home.