Home in my heart

When the clock strikes 5 pm, my family gathers in the dining room to enjoy a delicious meal. My older sister is always the first person to crack a joke. The room fills with laughter, even though her jokes aren`t that funny. Everyone shares stories about their day. This is how I know I am home with the people I love. The moment my mom says, “Dinner is ready!” I am already downstairs. The smell of moose stew and focaccia bread is flowing in the air. It sneaks up my nose. I smell the wonderful aroma of my mother and father. And I hope I never forget it. I know I won`t because it is the smell of home, the smell I rely on . This is the home I will come home to every day after school. The home I love.the home in my heart.