My Home

My home Home smells like freshly baked cookies that just came out of a scorching oven. The chocolate melting over the crispy edges. Oozing down the circular surface of the cookies. My home sounds like laughter. Of my sister laughing at her hamster’s goofy dance moves. Sounds of funny stuff that happened in the movies that they were watching. My home is board game nights with chocolate ice cream or cookies. My home smells like a great meal. This is my home. -Ryder