Home Is My Cousin's House
I’m greeted by a huge hug
and a nine-year-old jumping on my back
It feels like a warm blanked
on a chilly day
It smells like delicious rice and vegetables
getting cooked
We love goofing around
Playing in snow
Sitting by the fire place
It is so warm
Its joyful,
it is Creative and filled with love
this is why home is my cousins house.
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