What Home Means to Me

Home is my happy place and my only place I love basically. I love my home because of my mom, dad, brother and my dog and cats! In my house I smell food, candles and my mom and dad cooking. I also taste my mom making delicious soup and her finest spaghetti! The things that I touch in my house is my dog because he thinks I'm going to give him treats, but really I tell him to sit next to me. He sounds like a dog whining for a dish of delicious food. I can tell when he is waiting for food and to go outside for a washroom break. When he needs to come back in I let him in like a proud little girl that got a lollipop. He comes in and shakes and all the stuff that got in his fur goes all over me and my worst fear is it getting in my hair because it's really yucky. The things that I hear in my house are obviously my TV. Sometimes my noisy brother can break the sound barrier. My family is always there when I have ups and downs I also love when my mom and dad give me a kiss on my cheek and say “Goodnight Sweetheart” I really love when they say that because it reminds me that they truly love me. My home is the safest place I truly know and everyone I know loves me to death.