The Meaning of Home

As I walk through my doorway I smell the familiar scent of creamy vanilla with a hint of lemon pie. Walking through my messy colorful living room my brother lies playing with some of his pointy cute dinosaurs. Going to the kitchen the yummy delish smell of hot tender steak on the fiery stove hits me. Or so my father cooking, going up the stairs you'll head to the office . As I walk I already hear the button clicking " click" “ clack” all the way there. In the office. There my brother clicked and clacked away on a keyboard . I walked away getting annoyed, I walked to my bedroom where my belongings stay and my bed lays. Walking to the master bedroom I was bombarded with makeup because yes my mom was doing her makeup, a few seconds later my little brother came up and when he came a mess awaits. That's my home. I love it. I hope you like it too.