My Home...

My Home… I looked closer at the loud chromebooks in the living room. This is important because the Chromebook was playing my movie that I love to watch. As I listened I could hear my cousins playing. This is important because when I hear my cousins having fun I feel happy. I noticed the fun feeling of a party in the living room. This is an important memory because most of my best memories come from the living room and because my grammy and grandad are home. The air was filled with the smell of hot dinner. It was so yummy that I almost could have tasted the fresh fish and rice. Fish and rice is part of my culture in the Bahamas and very yummy. This is my meaning of home.