My Home

If my home were sight, it would be seeing the outside nature and ponds and beautiful Butterflies. If my home were sound, it would be fresh chicken out of the oven with gravy and my Mom telling me to come to the table to eat. If my home were smell, it would be the smell of sweet treats on the snack counter and the smell of fries and a hotdog that my Mom is making for me. If my home were taste, it would be the taste of fresh chicken wings out of the oven. If my home were touch, it would be the touch of soft pillows.