Home

When I’m in my home I feel comfortable and loved, always by my family. I see my dad and mom working on their computers and my older brother Logan solving Rubik’s cubes and playing lego in his room. It always smells like fresh dinner, my favorite dish is butter chicken, it smells like spices fresh from India. I hear computer clicks like a woodpecker on a tree from my mom and dad’s computers. My family comes every year to visit us in the spring. I see fighting, war, peace, love, and yelling also I can touch the fresh sheets of my blanket every single night at…... Home. Now obviously home isn’t prefect but I will always never forget it, no matter who gets in my way, even my own family. Home is a place of Feelings, love, and hate from your siblings or parents.