My Little Home

When I walk through my door, I smell the food that my mom is cooking in the kitchen, while my little brothers are playing with their toys in the living room. I walk into my room and open my window to hear the birds chirping. My room gives me nostalgia for the times when I would play with my toys all day, or the time I got to paint my wall all by myself. It also reminds me of the time I got my very own TV, or the time my crib turned into my bed! From the kitchen, my mom announced that it was time to eat. I started to head to the kitchen, with my brothers practically begging for some. I thought to myself, my mom is the best cook.