My Dear Home

MY DEAR, HOME! My home is a place where I can do/be anything. My home feels like happiness when my whole family is together being ourselves/weird, calling me funny names, laughing. They make me laugh, as if I was Naruto when he was introducing himself to Kakashi. (Naruto is a anime) Home can also taste like many things. Home has salty tastes and sweet tastes. My home tastes like pizza, pasta, that my mom makes with so much veggies, so much that I feel like I'm eating a salad. Pizza that my grandma makes the best, I eat it like a man who’s been hungry for years. Oh now, I want to talk about how loud my home is. It's like a jungle with millions of animals howling. My home sounds like my parents, and grandparents talking about my dad's work “What should he bring to work this time” my mom said. Me shouting “PAPA”!! When my dad comes home. Sometimes it's so silent as if my whole family saw a ghost. Anime characters yelling each other’s names, Haikyuu, Naruto, MHA characters being very awkward. My home has a lot of memories stored like that one time my dad was telling my cousin how to do an exercise and he couldn't do it himself, and he fell on the ground of our house. Now finally time to talk about the way my house looks like. My home looks like my family picture that we took 4 years ago. My homework I keep on forgetting to do. It also looks like my parents closet where I almost broke my fingers, all my books that I barely read. And well this is my home, your actual home is where you’re happy, and where your family is.