A Meaning of Home

BANG! I hear something from upstairs, I think my sister tried to comb her hair. She dropped the comb. She’s all alone, now ring ring she wants to call my telephone. Sizzle sizzle, that’s all I hear, my mom’s cooking with lots of cheer. The smell is going all around up and down then round n round . Splish splash, goes my dad, watering plants and plants and plants. He fills a cup then pours it around until every drop has touched the ground. This is my home and the people who are in it. I love my home and everything that’s in it, I’ll admit.