Home

What is home to me? Well, at home I can feel the cozyness of my bed in the morning. I can smell the lit candles that smell of fresh fruit. I can hear my dog's claws clicking as he walks along the floor. I can taste the wonderful food my parents cook in our kitchen. This makes my home a home to me. In the morning when I get up and walk past my mom and dads room, an adorable, soft purring creature wanting attention. Then I walk downstairs and I always see another cute, furry, creature lying on his back, wagging his tail, waiting for his morning belly rub. After I give him his morning belly rub, I wait for a little trouble maker to wake up to yell “CLAAAAAAAAAAA,” and give me a hug. They make my home a home.