My Home

My home is loud and busy, with my sibling´s laughter and our crazy schedule. When I walk through my creaky door, I smell the fresh scent of my black cherry candle. When I walk up the stairs into my living room, I see the excitement in my siblings’ eyes that I am home. I feel welcomed with the big hug I get from my youngest brother. I touch my phone when I play Roblox and brawl stars and my hockey equipment when I pack my bag. I am always excited for dinner time, tasting the new meals my dad cooks. My home is a place where I feel safe and supported by my family.