Home

I love my home. I hear the conversations of my family, and the purring of my cats. I hear my home. I smell my dad cooking dinner with the scent of my washed clothes. I smell my home. I see my gray cat cuddling with my other cat with my beautiful back yard acting as a background. I see my home. I feel the fuzzy white blanket going through my hands, and the soft yellow pillow supporting my head. I feel my home. I taste my dad's Butter chicken, and some nice cold milk to stop the spiciness. I taste my home!