My Home

My home feels like a big warm hug I can walk to after school. As safe and cozy as it is, it is very chaotic. Not because of my parents, but because of my brother. He annoys me so much, and he’s fourteen. You know how teenagers are, being annoying and acting like they're “so cool.” Anyway, after school, I go into my room and chill, playing Roblox with my friends. My room is a safe place, with fluffy pillows and soft blankets. When you walk into the living room, you’ll see two couches, very, very comfortable and cushiony. My parents are the best parents I could ever have. They cook the best food because it’s a mix of Hungarian and Mexican flavors. My dad’s tacos are so good, and my mom’s potato soup is even better. Don’t tell my dad I said that. When I look out the window, I see and hear birds chirping in the trees, and the wind howling ever so slightly, you can just hear it. My home is cozy and safe.