When I Think Of Home

When I think of home, I see my sister playing carelessly until the sunsets When I think of home, I taste a nice soft muffin that my mom made with care, as a nice soft aroma gets sent through the air. When I think of home, I smell my mom’s sweets and treats fresh from the oven as I walk through the house. When I think of home, I hear the soft melody of my dad playing a joyful song on the piano keys that drifts me to sleep. When I think of home, I feel the warmth of my family for hours on hours, like they are still there with me. When I think of home, I know that there is always someone there for me, even in the toughest times. It feels like they're protecting me from the fire When I think of home.