Home

Home is smell, hear, touch, see, means home to me. Home is smell. Like the smell of the package cookie Douge for Friday night. Home is taste. The taste of the triple flavored ice-cream my dad gets on the weekend for me and my brother and sometimes him. Home is touch. When I can feel the sticky jam on the table, from when my brother tries to make his own lunch. Home is hear. When I can hear Bang! From my dad playing golf in the garage, and the sound on the door, the secret code me and my neighbor do when we want to play. Last but not least I can see my family, my perfected family in the perfect house.