My Home

Home is different from a house. I can see my family making dinner, watching TV, and sitting on the couch with my dog while he chews on his toy. I can feel the warmth from my AC, the cold from my brother's window, which is always open, and my dog lying down next to me. I can smell my dog's food at the dinner table while my family and I eat and my dad's and brother's cologne. I can taste my mom's homemade dinner every night and hear laughter around the table. Lastly, I can hear my dog barking at birds outside and my family making a ruckus in the kitchen.