The Home I Know

In my home all that I can taste is the spicy chili and the sweet sauce in my food. The food tastes like a beehive, spicy at the start and sweet at the end. It is only a matter of time before something better comes home and hits me with flavour. The smell could be sweet, sour, zesty, thick, or a little bit spicy, either way it is overwhelming. The sound of the doorbell is annoying, boring, and revitalizing and the sound of cooking makes me hungry. I hear the angry shouts asking why my sister was woken they sound like the howling wind outside. My dad laughing at the jokes in his favorite show, next my mom calls me to help find something. I can touch the smooth Nintendo and the controller, and I can feel the bumpy case of my tablet. A house can be taken but a home never can, like memories can be taken but the feeling never can.