Home is My Home

The version of home I imagine is the sight of my family sitting at the table eating rice, egg, chicken and vegetables. The smell I imagine in my home is the smell of oil from my mom cooking chicken and beef. The touch I imagine in my home is the touch from my mom and dad hugging me in my parent's bed. The sound I imagine in my home is my mom vacuuming downstairs and upstairs. The taste I imagine in my home is my mom baking chocolate muffins.