My Home

My Home By TATUM MAWJI A home is a home because it is warm, cozy and welcoming. It feels like a home when it is warm, cozy and comfy. A home is not a home without friends and family. I see toys everywhere thanks to my two little sisters who never clean up. I have to clean up after them. I see my fish playing dead. I smell chocolate chip muffins in the oven. I feel a soft couch when I sit and watch TV. I feel the keyboard when I’m playing video games. I taste chocolate chip muffins that just came out of the oven. I taste sweet chocolate chip cookies. I hear my baby sister crying because she doesn’t get her way. I hear my noisy sisters fighting.