My home
My home is not perfect.
Neither quiet; it's loud and noisy
But smells good because of my mom's cooking
The food in the pot and the balcony door open
The cold breeze on my face
And the good smell on my nose
It feels like home
My mom gardening, and my dad watching TV
So delightful, but it's just for me!
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