Home is My Feelings

Home is a big box of love to me. It has my family: my brother, my mom, my dad, my cat Milo, and me. If my home were a vision, it would be the sight of my family talking, and my cat meowing for treats. The relaxing, comfortable, rising sun, and the beautiful skies of Manitoba. In China one the other hand, it has the sight of my aunt cooking Chinese food, weird bikes, and seeing my cousin for the first time in years. If my home were a smell, it would be like the mix of random sauces, rice, and meat. However, the smell of my home in China has unique sauces, and rice. If my home were a touch, it would be the soft, warmness of my cat Milo. It also has the feeling of my family’s touch. However, in China I feel the warmness of my cousin’s hamster and the feeling of the hard beds. If my home were a sound, it would be my cat meowing like the howl of a wolf. The sizzling of the delicious food, and my brother yelling at his PC. However, in China I hear people talking in Chinese, my family munching on dumplings, and the bugs in the sky. If my home were a taste, it would be my mom's rice flooding our house. However, in China I taste the dumplings my grandma makes. At the end, I hope everyone feels safe at home.