My Home

My Home In my home, there is a life of happiness in the past and a life of joy in the present. There are walls. Like for example My mom use to measure our heights because she wanted to see what our heights were then and now. I also drew some weird animal pictures that looked funny, and ridiculous on my walls. When I was drawing them I could hear the pencil scraping through the walls. Now, At My Kitchen I sometimes hear something cooking and oil sizzling and sometimes I also hear my mom say that my food is ready. And when I walk down stairs I smell something spicy and that makes my belly rumble, so I went down a little faster. As soon as I went down I saw the noodly dough going on the soup that looked red. As I took one bite, my whole body was shaking of spiciness and next thing you know I was running to grab the water. Now, I make warm coffee for my mom and she comes running to me smelling the sweet scent. There is also my living room where I used to watch cartoons, and where I read books like dog man. When ever, I read dog man I image that the house is an police station Now, I watch action movies on Netflix, like The Flash, and Godzilla. It turns out that my home is not only a house, but it also has wonderful memories that I will never forget. My house is past and present, always watching me grow up. I love you, my house!