Home

My home is a place where I feel like I belong, hiwelcomed, and loved. Home sounds like my language being spoken and laughter. The language I speak at home is Kanada. Home smells like dosa being made by my dad. It tastes buttery and fluffy. Home is a place where I play games with my family, like sequence. We play games like sequence and Karem. Home tastes like my mom’s banana bread. It melts in my mouth as I take a bite into it. Home feels like the warm sheets on my bed. They feel smooth and warm. Home is medals hanging on the wall. When I look at my, medals I remember how hard I worked for them. This is what I call home.