My Home Is

When I think of my home, I think of Abu Dhabi. My home feels so cozy. My home had the best memories. I remember getting ready to go to the beach. My brothers and I were in such a rush we made a mess in our home. Mom and dad didn’t like the mess we made but my brothers and I were just so excited to go to the beach. My home feels warm. My home smells like a baked cake. My home sounds like when my mom uses the utensils, making noise as she bakes goodies for me to eat. My home tastes like my mom’s homemade pastries. My brother likes to sneak pastries when mom isn’t looking, this makes me laugh. My home back in Abu Dhabi was so big. Me and my brothers would play Pickleball inside our home. My pet parrot wakes me up when I am sleeping. She likes to make squawking sounds early in the morning. When I think of my home I will always think about Abu Dhabi.