My Home

When I come home from school I smell my moms cooking it smell like yummy food. I hear my baby brother he’s so loud it makes me mad sometimes. I can smell the cologne of my stepdad. My mom is making dinner. It smells good, so good. I see my bed. I lay down and watch TV. I watch horse videos. It feels like my bed. My room is blue and pink. My mom’s room is like a dark blue.