Not Just A House

“Sigh.” Home is such a cosy place. My home is not the cleanest and not the best smelling but it is the best in my opinion. Home is not the food nor the house but the times that really matter are when I get to play a board game or video game something with my family. I run into my white door and take off my boots and smell the sweet aroma of my dad’s new as we call it taco pie. I rush up to my room excitedly, hook my back pack up and run down the stairs and leap onto my dog. “Yawn.” I fell asleep.