Home Sweet Home

When I think of home, I think of a warm peaceful beautiful place where I can sit, lay down, and sleep. Home smells like fresh air and the smell of my mom burning some lemon or orange/tangerine peeled skin from the heat of the stove (it's not a weird thing). Home sometimes sounds like my mom painting on resin, my step-dad on a phone call, or my brother and I watching some Pokemon tv and playing on our Xbox. Sometimes it is quiet when my brother plays creatively using his imagination and I draw beautiful landscapes or copies of the coasters my mom makes. Home feels like a place where my mother, my step-dad, my brother and me are all happy and enjoying ourselves. Home tastes like Friday pizza nights or a healthy salad with some chicken and rice. I love my home and I wish I could give this to someone else.