How Home means to Jenny

The smell of my home is wonderful, desserts and food like hot pot in winter, cake in the fall, muffins in spring, and chicken soup in the summer. The flowers I made represent love and care from my home. The sounds of my home are saying 'I love you’ and listening to love notes from my home. It's like a song playing while my dad sings. Also, birds chirping in the morning, and stars twinkling in the night. The relaxing music that my mom likes, or the study music that I like. When I am supposed to go to school, my mom says,” Bye Jenny, be good at school.” My home feels like the thick, soft clothes that are on my body. Also, when the teacher gives us homework, the touch in my home would be a pencil, eraser, and a pencil sharpener that I use. Sometimes, the touch is the dishes I have to wash. The taste of my home is the best, yummiest, and healthiest food that my mom makes. The taste of my home is my mom giving me healthy apple water, but it is not only apple and water; there is apple, water, berries, and very bitter sheng. My mom always wants me to grow very tall. The sight from my home in the morning, watching the sunrise, and in the evening, watching the sunset. The arts I have, especially the ones I painted. When I am reading books through the thin walls for my family to hear. Also, the non-fiction books that are about cheerleading, I always wanted to be a cheerleader. I love drawing portraits of Mona Lisa. Home is not just a place to live. Home is better than any place because you feel welcomed.