My Home

My home is where I become happy when I am sad or frustrated. I feel happy when I see pictures on the wall of past trips when we went to Phoenix to visit our grandma. When I finish my chores I smell beautiful and delicious smell floating through the house of pork chops sizzling in the oven. I feel safe when my dad comes home and everyone is home together. Home is more than a house, it is a safe and joyful place.