Home is Love

Home is where we get to eat the great food my mom makes for dinner. We get to hear the sound of all our instruments playing together. Home is where we blare the tv on Friday and play basketball on our driveway. We get to watch our dog run around the backyard and turn our electronics after school. Home is where I get to smell the bbq grilling steaks and eat my favorite snacks at home. I also get to feel my dog's soft fur. Home is where we are all tired on Monday, and energetic on Fridays. We all get to go outside and smell the fresh air. I get to watch my older sister get ready for volleyball too. Home is where I get to hear my dog barking to let her in or taste the nice, cold apple juice from the fridge and the nice perfume sprayed in the washroom. I get to feel the nice, gentle grass when I lay down outside and the good breakfast in the morning. Home is where you get to see my brother playing his instrument, and touch the tv remote when I watch movies. On the weekends, I get to smell the bacon my dad cooks for breakfast. Sometimes I even get to touch the controller to the xbox! Home is where you get to see your family run around the house to do chores, even to make sure everything is neat. I also get to smell the fresh pizza when it comes through the front door and feel confident if we are going to play a game. Most of the time I get to hear the fireplace when we turn it on and see the nice leather couch in our living room. Home is all love.