My Home Is Where I Want to Be
My Home is where I want to be
I walk into my apartment and I am sweating from the warm winter coat on me and the warm air in my home. I already feel my cat rubbing his face on my leg. I tie up my hair so I can feel the breeze on my neck. I go into my parents room to hug them, and then I put my finger in my pet rat’s cage. A couple hours pass and I smell the good cooking from my mom. This is what home is to me and I never want it to change.