Nothings normal when it’s home

When I think of the meaning of home I think of my family, my cat and my cozy little house.I grab around the house and say thank you for keeping me safe all year around.I smell my moms candles in the living room and the smell of love is spreading around.I see the tv playing cartoons, movies and shows.Ismell fresh baked nyc cookies made by my mom with whip cream.I taste sour foods like lemon,lime and sour candy. I hear the fire crack.I see my parents and I setting up the Christmas tree together. I smell my dad making chicken for dinner.i like making dinner as well my parents say I’m a five star chef. I love my home. All the food smells and memories I have at home are great.I love playing hockey with my dad in the basement or at the outdoor rink.I love watching the amazing race with my mom and sometimes my dad.My parents and i sometimes watch movies and have a fire on Friday nights .My parents and I usually play board games after dinner with my parents. I also have my friends over to play in my basement and they always leave a piece of clothing or one of their belongings at my house but five seconds later they come back to find it. For two weeks now I have always heard crying from my little brother.But when he’s crying I think he might flood the house with his tears. I always wake up crying in the middle of the night now from my brother.I mostly put him to bed during the night.