My Home, My Peace Pod

As I enter the door with the silent breeze fluttering arond my skin with the fresh scent of my home.The first thing is the kitchen, the memery blasting room where all of the memories come to life,as the sented smeil skaters the room the family recipes new and old. Where my family cooks made some mastacks where others have learned to bake. So tired and full, I came into the living room. My living room shares a story so tru and full,where laughter spreeds , games trend into cheers and the freech sented air that makes my mind all clear. My cat, she was like the missing piece of my puzzle but the missing piece of the best home ever when you hiere her puuuuuuur is the song in my ears that gives me joy. My home has floors that squik loud and proud. My home sharas a story un of a kind i hir voices it’s trying to tell. Iv’ed moved alot,they haved all said something new, were there all different in a true way. I love each une old and new. Where love spreads in the air no matter where I live. My home has made me lern to crawl but now that I'm older I know my home better.