What Home Means to Me

When I walk into my house I know that I’m home because I can hear my siblings screaming and crying. It smells like clean laundry and I feel like I’m in a warm hug. First, I hear my brothers fighting. They yell, scream and try to tell on each other! Second, I feel like I’m in a warm hug. The air just feels like arms wrapping around me like a hug. Last, it smells like clean laundry. We have a lot of people and a lot of laundry. My mom also likes my house to smell clean. So that’s what I think of my home.