My home is not just a house

My home is not just a house with four walls, a roof and rooms. What makes my home my home is my family, furniture, toys that are special. What reminds me of my home is the smell, it smells like my favourite traditional food, like pite and fli. What reminds me of home is my baby sister crying, my mom telling my siblings they act like the cartoons Tom and Jerry, vacuum cleaner, siblings fighting and yelling, they mostly fight but they still play… sometimes. Seeing my family , my old clothes, my baby pacifier, looking at family photos hanging on the wall. Messy basement with scattered toys, Watching old videos and photos of when we were little. Playing with my younger siblings, seeing my parents chuckling on the couch. One of my family’s smiles can light up the whole house.