My Best Friend

My Best Friend Home is a feeling if you want to keep on reading. My home looks like a rainy day where I’m spending time with my dad watching funny videos. Home tastes like when my mom and my brother and me bake yummy, soft, fluffy cupcakes with sweet, smooth, creamy icing. I would be eating a Hot Pocket while waiting to taste the cupcakes. Home sounds like when there’s loud gobbling turkeys as they quickly run around the barn when we chase them. Home feels like when I go to my gramma’s house with my brother and my dad and Alesha, too. We play Queens. It is a game we play in teams of two. It is fun. Home smells like when me and my mom and my brother go for Tim Horton’s for Hot chocolate. It is so GOOD! That's what home means to me. What about you? By Ella