When I think of home.

When I think of home, the picture I see is my parents cuddling on the couch with me and my dogs playing and chasing each other. My brother on the other side of the couch, watching a movie on his phone pretending to watch the movie on the tv. I smell my mom’s homemade cookies in the oven and the smell of candles burning. I see the sight of dinner cooking on the stove, my stepdad snoring on the couch and my brother talking to be annoying. These are the things that remind me of my home.