When I Come Home

When I come home, I SEE my cats sitting at the top of the stairs waiting for me. When I come home, I HEAR the pot on the stove bubbling while my aunty is cooking butter chicken. When I come home, I FEEL my aunty hugging me at night time and my brother rushing towards me to embrace me in a warm hug . When I come home, I SMELL our supper inviting me to eat my favorite chicken and rice dish. When I come home, I TASTE the macaroni and cheese that I made with love. When I come home, It feels magical knowing that when I leave I will come back.