Home

Home sounds like me setting off the fire alarm when I am making yummy and salty french fries. When this happened my dad came downstairs and told me to open the garage door so there would be less smoke. He helped me. Home looks like the brown and black table in my dining room where my family and I eat the yummy food my mom makes. Home feels like love spreading around in my home by hugging each other, bonding together, and helping each other. Home smells like yummy and tasty bacon that my mom makes me for lunch in the microwave. Home tastes like the fresh rice that my mom makes me on sunny, rainy, and cloudy days. My home means a comfortable place that I live in with my lovely and wonderful family. Living with my family is really great because I am with my loved ones.