My Home

In my memory, the home is a warm family. The morning sun shines through the window landing on my grandma’s cooking, and she gently asks me to get up to eat breakfast. On the way to school, I will chat with my brother, so that our father who sent us to school can also laugh. When I get home from school, my mother will let us rest in our room, because she is afraid that we will tired. When I was lying on my bed in my room, I would see the rabbit doll, it is a birthday gift from my mother. Every time I see it, I feel the warmth of my mother’s love, this is the feeling of home