Happy Cozy Salad

Home is a salad. Home is happy. Home is cozy. Home is a salad. My brother is a crouton, I’m the lettuce, my dad is the ranch sauce and my mom is the bowl holding all of us up. My mom is always the one who encourages us. She is the best mom. My dad is always the best part of stuff when we need help. He is the best dad. My brother is the crunchiest one because I care about him. He is the best brother. Home is happy. When I get home from school I get greeted by my mom, dad and my brother. I’m happy when I’m home and when I’m at school, it’s not the same. When I’m sad I go home and it changes my brain. I’m happy when I do math at home, it's my favorite subject. I’m happy when I see other people happy. Home is cozy. Home is cozy like a teddy bear. When I get home I lay in my comfy bed with teddy bears. I’m cozy when I wear my pajamas. When I get home I get a warm hug from my mom and my dad. Cozy is not hot, not cold it’s just right.