My Home Carries my Family's Love

My home looks as clean as a dove. It’s full of love. When I walk in the door back from school. I feel full of bliss when my mom gives me a kiss. The aroma of my dad’s steak fills the room. I drop my bag off at the front door. Go play with my brothers. Who could ask for much more? My home tastes like my mom’s chicken soup, the best in town. It always turns my frown upside down. My bed is the same as sleeping on a cloud. Maybe better, just on the ground. My bed is cozy and always the right temperature. It’s a fight to get out of that bed. The pillows are always soft on my head. My home is not just me. It's one big whole family. It is exquisite.