My House is a Home

My house is a home where I sleep and where I play but it is also more like where I’m loved and where I’m safe. Where people are kind, sharing, and happy. When I walk into a room I see my mom cooking a delicious dinner for us to eat and I see my sister playing because she is bored. When I enter my house I feel happy because there is always something to do or to look forward to. When I enter my kitchen we all sit down at the table and then I taste a delicious meal because my mom and dad are fortunate to give us a filling meal. When I get home from school I wash my hands and go into the basement and then I smell my dad’s homemade sausages because my papa and dad take the time to make sausages for us. When I enter my living room I hear my sister playing because she is playing with her new Barbie dolls. My house is a home where I eat and where I stay but it is also where the love lives the strongest.