What Home Means to Me

When I wake up, I come downstairs. I hear the creaking floorboards as I walk. When I come downstairs, I smell my dad's coffee. On the weekends my dad makes breakfast for everyone that is in the house but by the time we eat it is more like brunch. When I come home, I hear my dad clicking on his keyboard as he is working. I hear my mom doing laundry and sometimes I smell my sister making delicious baked goods. On the weekend I snuggle up with my family and watch a movie. When it is hot and sunny, I play soccer with my dad in the backyard afterwards we drink lemonade and start barbecuing for dinner. When it is time to go to sleep my cats always come to lie with me. Home means to me all these things and more.