My Home

My home is a special part of me. My home reminds me of my mom’s cooking salty crunchy food. A house reminds me of someone else’s cooking. My home reminds me of my brother’s popping clattering toys. These sounds help me remember my home because my home is always noisy. When we are getting ready to go to a place, I always smell my dads fresh scented perfume. I remember my home when my parents give me a warm cozy soft hug. When my parents hug me I feel grateful, I also feel loved. I feel grateful because I have a home that loves me the way I am. When I go to my parents room I always see the city with lights. These lights are beautiful, so then I remember my family going downtown. My home is not a house!