When I’m at home

When I'm at home I see my loving and caring family. It's like a picture perfect fantasy. When I'm at home I feel a warm loving feeling just like a nice baked batch of chocolate chip cookies but when I'm baking them I feel such like a rookie. When I'm at home I taste the warm hot cocoa my mother makes on a cold winter day right after me and my sister drink it all up. We go outside in the very cold snow and play. When I'm at home I hear the sound of my family laughing altho i'm only ten years old. Somehow I'm lacking you know laughing. When I'm at home I smell the purple lavender that grows in my mothers garden. It surrounds my house. It's just as hard to grow as it is to catch a little gray mouse. When I'm at home you better know I'm happy to see my caring family because once again it's like a picture perfect fantasy.