My Home

As soon as I opened the door, I could smell the delicious chicken my mom made for dinner. Mom knows that it is my favourite food. Yummy food makes me feel good. Only mom can make it taste so good. Mom’s chicken makes me think about home. My apartment building is made of strong bricks, but my home is made of love. An apartment is a place where people live, but a home is a place for family to grow. Every time I see my Grandfather’ s photo in the living room, I think about my home in Bangladasho… Home is the Best memory,I feel safe there and home protects me.