The Feeling in my Home

Home is not just a place to sleep in, home is a place to love in. The love for my home is strong and there are many things I adore about it. In my room I have a desk covered in art, a bed to rest in and a very messy closet. On the weekends I love the smell of burning candles and the afternoon light. It makes me so joyful when I hear laughter and music playing. A home has history so here is mine. My mom has a cabbage patch kid from her childhood and every now and then I will go to the basement and check on the doll. My mom used to live in a country called Paraguay but one day my mom and her family moved because they wanted to start their life over and moved to Winnipeg. And then they called it home and they will keep calling it home forever. But now let us talk about the beautiful food creations my parents make. My mom can make an amazing banana cake, and my dad can make lovely steak that is so juicy and delicious. Dinner is like heaven. Speaking of food, my auntie has two adorable dogs. Food is their life. They will always beg for food, and I have to close my eyes because they are too cute to look at. As you can tell, my home is beautiful, and I never want to leave it. So you see, home is not a house.