My Home

My home is like a cozy cabin where my dog loves to welcome us at the window. BARK! When I get home my dog licks me all over. I go to my white shiny table and smell the yummy pasta, with my sister. While my brother plays the video games downstairs. My mom is greeting us with warm similes. But I’ll see him soon. This is why I love my home with all my whole heart. A home is not a place, it’s the people inside of it.