Why home is not just a home.

When I step into the front door I see my dogs happily running to see me when I return home from school /dance/gymnastics/or horseback riding. When I go upstairs to read and do my homework or if I have any. When I am upstairs I feel my bed and if I have bare feet and no socks I feel the carpet and when I pick up my paper I feel like my homework is going to take a long time. When I walk downstairs for supper I smell chicken and sometimes mac and cheese. When supper is finally ready I taste the chicken and mac and cheese. When I am done supper I go and practice my competition dances and Acro. When I do my competition dances, I hear music and my dog scratching to sit on my moms lap and watch me do my dances. Then I go get ready for bed and sometimes my parents and I will watch a movie or read LION THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE. When I go to bed and end the day and the day I feel safe and relaxed and loved I feel the soft mattress and blankets. I appreciate you taking this story into account and I hope you like what I have written for you to read.