When I Think About Home

To me, home means my family. First, I can hear my parents snoring at night and I can hear my parents having a conversation during the day. At home I can hear my brother being noisy. Second, I smell my mom cooking adobo. It smells spicy, and I can smell my mom's sweet perfume. Last, I love how cozy my room is and to touch all my stuffed animals. This is what home means to me.