Family Home

When I come home I hear the most beautiful music. I put down my backpack and walked past the stairs, to see my family standing right there. It makes me feel warm to see all of them. Their hugs and their love, their help and their care. My mom likes to bake and my dad likes to cook, cookies with chocolate and freshly made steak, fish with nice spices and cake that was baked. All of these lovely tastes and smells fill me with happiness, love and joy. My family is not like any family you have ever seen, mine is special and helpful in ways you would dream (like parties and vacations). That is MY family and I would not want to change a thing about it. My family is my home and they make me feel overjoyed.