What Home Means To Me!!!

Intro To Home In my home, I live with my mom and dad, one older and one younger brother and my beautiful French bulldog named Winston. My younger is named Liam and my older is named Ethan. My Mom is Canadian, and my dad is Korean that came to Canada. Koreans have excellent cooking skills and great food that Canadians don’t have. These two cultures make my home so special to me. The smell of the nice food, the taste of it, and my two lunatic brothers playing hockey and NERF guns, which creates the special home that nobody else has. What love is in my HOME? My Dad’s love is the food, K-culture (Kulture is what I call it) and being him. The food is the Korean food that he sometimes makes us, but Asians need #1 RICE! No rice, no Asian. Dad makes us kimchi (cabbage in spicy sauce), jjangmyeon (type of noodles!) and rice. There is so much more that he makes us! The Kulture is that giving Korean long underwear to my brother and enrolling me to Korean school! He also has a Korean mother that makes even better food. My mom’s love is her sense of baking and her parents. Mom’s sense of baking is really unique, it makes it indescribable to say right now and her parents live up north and are really active. My Senses At HOME For starters, I taste the beautiful meals for breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner and snacks. I hear the sound of NERF guns and meat sizzling! I dream about memories of good times when I was younger, I find books that I want to read on my nice, new beanbag chair, I touch the soft fur of Winston. And finally, I feel home! Habitat For Humanity, I wish you good luck on your mission!