My Home
In my memory, the home is a warm family.
The morning sun shines through the
window landing on my grandma’s cooking,
and she gently asks me to get up to eat
breakfast. On the way to school, I will chat
with my brother, so that our father who
sent us to school can also laugh. When I
get home from school, my mother will let
us rest in our room, because she is afraid
that we will tired. When I was lying on my
bed in my room, I would see the rabbit doll,
it is a birthday gift from my mother. Every
time I see it, I feel the warmth of my
mother’s love, this is the feeling of home