My Home

My home is not just a building, it's my home. A place I grew up in. A place where I smell my mom's amazing cooking like chicken every day and a place where I always hear people arguing about which team is going to win in a game of sports. It’s where we always have sports on the TV like football, baseball, or hockey They shoot, THEY SCORE! You look around and see lots of kids in my home because I have a lot of siblings but even though I have a lot of siblings, it can be peaceful and quiet because everyone goes off and does their own things. But not at my dads all you hear is my younger step sister screaming, Mom! Mom! When you go upstairs , you see that my two dogs are waiting for you to pet them. You see there is dog hair all over the couches, on your clothing and on the floor because of my two dog’s Ellie and Zoey. My home is where I see my mom making dinner while listening to her favourite podcast as my step dad lays on the couch watching sports and drinking a coca-cola. I feel warm and loved inside my home and I will never stop feeling that way. Throughout the years of growing up I slowly realize how special my home is because it holds a lot of memories and laughter.