My Feelings At Home

My meaning of home would be things about my home. One would be my family. I love my family very much. I love coming home from school or dance and I can smell the delicious lasagna or maybe a moose stew in the slow cooker. I like coming home from school and hearing my dogs bark to come and see me. Or maybe they're coming to give me hugs and kisses and I notice that they got groomed and I can see they're beautiful, wise brown eyes. And when the sun shines in through the window they're eyes get all lit up with a nice caramel brown color. I Like to watch movies with my family and laugh at all the really funny parts and eat the warm buttery popcorn. When we watch the movies our dogs will just bark and bark and we have pajamas to put on him and then he'll lay down and chew on a bone. Then we could watch the movie again until our younger dog would ring the bells to go outside and then my dad would put the leash on his collar and take him out to use the bathroom. And we would pause the movie and wait for him to come back inside with our dogs and then we could watch the movie without any more interruptions. When I have a birthday party and I taste the cake my mom made, I feel like my mom is a supermom and can bake the most delicious things. I love taste-testing icing and telling my mom how good it is and when I see her smile it makes me feel so good to know that my mom can be happy.( cause everyone deserves to feel that happiness). When I'm going to bed I would give my family hugs like my dad, mom and sister and of course I would give my dogs hugs and kisses and I would run my hands through their fur and feel how fluffy and warm it is to touch. And if you want to help other people have their own memories then you can help by donating to Habitat for humanity.