My Home

My Home My home tastes like cold slushie on a hot day.It smells like my moms fresh baked cookies with a nice extra smell and blossoms popping out of the flower. My home feels like a nice,soft,fuzzy,warm,blanket. I see myself playing outside with my brother and my sister. It also seems like me doing gymnastics in my living room and trying new things.The sound is my brother being weird and screaming playing games like fortnite with his friends. It is so weird .I'm glad my sister is not loud. That is the meaning of my house. I love my home. I am very grateful for my home.