Home to Me
“Wake up” my mom shouted. I want to keep my eyes closed because of how bright the sun is but I get up and go down to the kitchen in my jammies. I go to the cupboard to get some chai tea and some hot water in my favourite mug. When I think of home I see the sun shining in my room and a smile grows across my face, I love my cozy home.
When I think of home there is the smell of coffee or tea and the great smell of bacon and eggs. When I go outside I hope on my sled I think of my papa.
Home is my happy place where I stand proud of myself.