MY HOPEFUL HOME

When I think about my home I feel like I can be my best self. When I smell my home it’s like the smell of freshly baked cookies on a cold winter day. When I hear my home it’s like a sweet melody of a song When I taste my home it’s like the feeling of going into bed when it’s cold When I touch my house it feels like a warm fire on the coldest winter day. In conclusion, this is why I love my home.