Why I love my home

When I get home I smell hot dinner on the dinner table. My mom is in the kitchen baking fresh cookies just being taken out of the oven. Well my home is welcoming me then when I hear my siblings Lena Isaac and Jack coming in from school with me I can hear the laughter coming from their mouths. The warmth from my loving home then I take a break. I sit down on the cozy couch home feeling like a safe bundle of joy in one place. I always feel safe when I'm at home. That's what I feel when I'm in my home. home is a place where I can feel safe and loving. When I take a bite, my warm food just melts in my mouth. Warmness with a hint of cinnamon when I lay down in my bed I can still smell the fence coming from my home home smells like a fresh cookie being made that was just in the oven when I take a bite of a cookie the chocolate melts in my mouth with the cookie also melts in my mouth. With my warm blanket I can feel safe from the world. I'm out into my bed like I am a marshmallow. What home means to me. I can feel safe and protected. I feel welcomed and happy. I'm so grateful I have a loving family that's why I love my home.