The Five Senses of Home

I observe the cozy, small living room where so many memories were made, I could never, ever see those memories fade. I feel the coziness of my home, not house, when I am sitting on the brown, leather couch. I hear the whisper of silver utensils, hitting the plate with a slight “clink” to try and get the food, I hear the laughter of my family, which always lightens the mood. I smell the scent of a freshly cooked meal. Sizzling on the stove, it knows that I am here. And now, I taste the amazing dish. My parents made it because it was my wish. Homes can be big or small, and have two members or one member, But it will always be a place to remember.