What My Home Means to Me

What My Homes Mean To Me You may think home is one place but to me it’s 3, I live with my mom, dad and on the weekend my grandma. At my mom’s house, I can see my mom cooking, I can smell the waffling smell of fresh pie stretching through the kitchen. It tastes like cherries. I hear my sister’s music booming through the halls and her peaceful humming to the beat, I cuddle with my cats; they softly purr snuggling in my blankets. At my dad’s I see my brother walk from his job, Little Caesars, holding a fresh hot pizza with a smile on his face, I see my grandpa making pasta, smelling the yummy sauces, I can hear my dad golfing in the garage. I snuggle in bed with my comfort plushie named Koda looking out the window hoping every kid has a home one day. At my grandmas, I smell her strong floral perfume stretching through her house; she makes me chicken that dances on my tongue. I hear her three cats running and playing. Finally, we rested on the couch holding Koda in a warm blanket while watching a movie. That is what home, home, and home mean to me! By: Felix Naccarato Colchester North P.S Grade 5