What Home Means to Me

Slam! The door shuts behind me. I kick off my shoes and instantly smell the pizza my dad is cooking in the kitchen. I walk into the living room and see my brothers playing Lego. I grab a book and sit down on the couch. I’m surrounded by squishiness, it feels like I am sitting on a cloud. I am lost in my book until we are called for supper. I hear my mom call us to supper, I get up and sit down at the table. I love it when we sit together as a family, it makes me feel happy. I bite the pizza and taste the gooey cheese. It tastes so juicy I love my home because it makes me feel happy, grateful, safe and secure.