My Happy Place

At home I have memories. Memories that keep going on and on each day. Like when I first saw my new chapter of life starting in my eyes the second I came into my new home. Little by little starting to form a sweet warm smile that could not be ignored. Those memories are like the sweet smell of freshly new bread that my mom baked for the first time. And when the first ever game in the family was guess the animal. I feel joyful next to my animals. Animal that can’t be left alone without love. Smooth and gentle, nothing is more lovely than that. My chunky little pet is like a big buzzing bear blanket. When my pet comes from outside she smells like a puppy that had fun outside. She is also really funny, like when my dog was eating my other dog’s tail. Great times also come with having the responsibility of having animals in your happy place. At my home I have food. Food that never ends. At home super is like a buffet that never gets done. At the end of my supper I feel so full that I feel that I can last a week. The food smells like my mom’s Shepherd's Pie that she just baked. After we eat the delicious cake that my mom baked. Nothing is done on our plates. She always makes sure that we are well fed before sleep yummy. Home is where nature was. So beautiful hearing the birds singing while the breathless air is around me. When I go in the woods it's as if we are connected to each other. Slowly forming a fist because of my family I go and think about what I did and I talk to myself.