What Home Means To Me

Creeeeek! I walk into the house and take my boots off at the door. As I walk through the kitchen I smell the amazing pasta my mom is making. As she stirs the sauce she asks me how my day was. When I walk out of the kitchen I see my sister watching cartoons in the living room. Woosh! I feel something blow past me. It’s my brother running away from my dog Ace. I start laughing as Ace tackles my brother. I walk past the tangle of dog and boy, up the stairs to lay on my bed. It feels like I am sitting on a bunch of pillows. I reach over to get the remote and turn on the TV and start watching Netflix. I watch TV for like 20 minutes and then my mom calls me down for supper. I sit down and I see the best looking noodles ever with some veggies. I take a bite and I can taste the cheese melting in my mouth. It’s scrumptious! I made sure everyone got more before I took seconds. I know I am lucky to be able to take seconds at supper and to be loved. It makes me sad that some kids are just not.