Home

Home is appreciated. Home sounds like the car’s beeping and honking tones on the streets, disturbing the peace and quiet inside. The sight of me looking out the window and that blazing sun sleeving my face, glancing at the cars drive by on an average Saturday morning weekend. Home looks like myself peering through the gleaming colors of my portraits. Home looks like dashing through my bedroom door and belly flopping high onto the snuggly bed. The scent of one of my moms most appetizing lemon flavored desserts streaming by my nose. Home is like my mom snatching my tablet away because I had enough screen time. Home smells like the sweet-smelling perfume my aunt wears. Home sounds like my little cousins run by with laughter and joy on their faces, it's always the most adorable. My Home is cherished.