My Home

I see my dad sitting on the couch while watching TV. I smell my favourite chicken in the oven; I smell cookies coming from the microwave. I hear the microwave and the stove running. I touch my soft, comfy bed. I tasted my delicious chicken. Home isn't a home, it's love. I feel safe when I'm home. My home feels like it's very small and it's like a 3 story house.