My Home...

My Home… I glanced around at my living room, taking a look at my gigantic couch! As I listened, I could hear the sound of my mom cooking dinner, I could hear the sound of the sizzling sound of the pan. Off in the distance I heard my dad clicking his keyboard. The air was filled with the smell of freshly cooked beef because my mom is cooking. And there was a faint scent of mint because I was chewing gum.