What Home Means to Me

My home is my safe place. At home, I hear my cat meowing for food. I smell the fresh chicken cooking in the oven. I can taste the cooked fresh heavenly chicken. Makes my mouth water with salad and rice with a hint of soy sauce sitting on my plate. I can feel the heavy furry gray and white blanket and me staring at the mix of blue, pink and orange sunset setting beautifully in the sky. Thinking of me and my family laughing about all the funny jokes my mom says. Some are about me and others are about the post-dinner of my brother. I go chasing after my brothers up the stairs and challenging them at arm-wrestling and sometimes my brother does it with his one finger. My other brother always hogs the bathroom so he can do his hair but no matter what, I love my family. I hope everyone has a home too.