My Grandma's House

As I walk into her house I'm filled will memories and sights to see like the kids playing on the street, cute cats and my grandma's beautiful garden; as beautiful as a painting. The light smell of my grandma's cooking is almost as good as a restaurant. As I play with the other kids, the smell of her cooking blows me away. I hear the sound of coconuts falling out of the trees, the cats meowing like a choir, and the birds quietly chirping like a band singing together. The strong flavour of my grandma's cookies that I dip into milk could never taste better. As I bundle up in the warm blanket, it's like a big hug as the tv talks to me. When I'm there it feels like I can just fly and all my worries go away. Happiness fills me up head to toe. My home is my grandma's home.