My Home

My home is on a farm. My home is in Ontario. I live with my brother and Papa Luis and Tia. This is what home means to me: Home is...the smell of homemade salsa and food and warm soup on a brisk winter day. Home is...a warm hug on a cold day. Home is...the stomping of cute, fuzzy horses hooves. Home is...rustling corn in the breeze in the fall. Home is...the stinky smell of horse manure. Home is...never stopping sounds from my parrot named Thunder. Home is...a place with hills and trees and barns of all sizes. Home is...the tip tap of my dog named Petey's feet. Petey is a Chiwawa and he is 126 years old in dog years.