My home

My home is great. The moment you walk in, you smell my mom’s cooking. The smell fills the air with an amazing aroma of spices that makes my heart feel welcome. As you walk down the hall you hear my dad’s laughter booming and echoing through the halls, filling me with joy. In the kitchen, my mom is making rich hot chocolate using chocolate shavings and milk in my favourite mug. When you drink the hot chocolate, the warm creamy drink tastes so good when it goes down your throat. When you go downstairs you see our playroom. It has the soft squishy toys that feel so good in my hands. When I go upstairs, I go into my room and it feels like a warm hug enveloping my entire body. My room has a bunk bed and a ton of soft stuffies. In my backyard, I have a treehouse made of sturdy wood that is cozy for all the imagination games that I play with my brother. My yard also has a garage that is special because it holds my bike, one of my most prized possessions. My mountain bike has a streak of fire and has orange handles, and when I ride it, I feel happy and calm. Back in my house, we go downstairs to the gaming room and find my brother playing Mario Kart. This is my home. It is special to me.