My Home

Home is a place where I can feel safe, it’s also where I can be grateful that I have one. It’s a place where I can be happy. Sometimes sad and sometimes mad. Home is a place where I can hear my brother talking to his friends online. I can hear the clanking of the pots and pans in the kitchen and the movies on the tv in the living room. I can also hear the some of people in my school. Home is a place where I can feel the cold air of the basement and the nice smell of the food being made in the kitchen by my mom. I can also smell the warm air of my room. Home is a place where I can see the movies on the tv screen and the games on the projector in the basement and on my brother’s computer. I can also see the food in the oven. Home is a place where I can feel the controller in my hands as I play games on my Xbox. I can also feel the cold keys on the keyboard for my brother’s computer and the steam coming from my food in the morning. Home is a place where I can taste the amazing warm food made by my mom, brother, or dad. Home can be many things and we should all be happy and thankful that we have one.