my home
Whenever I walk in my home I hear a carnival where everybody greets each other.
And I smell my mom's delicious food. I see a wall that says home sweet home and a drawing of a tree that is peaceful.
And I feel super safe.
After my mom cooks the food i taste something’ interesting' that I can't describe.
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