The Feeling of Home

I came home from the outdoor rink. It is so brisk outside. I feel love. I see steam. I tasted homemade pasta. I hug my dad and mom. I scream pasta. Woo-hoo!!!! The scrumptious pasta!! That is the taste of home. The love of home is unbreakable. Getting together. And watching a movie. It is safe. Because I love my family. That is love. My home backs on to the golf course. I love running in the huge leaves. With my dog Annie. I love smelling fresh leaves. I love freedom to be myself. The rising is. Home is a warm welcome.