My Small Home

My small home is my safe place where my family is. My home is small because every time I walk into the door of my house I see 2 of my cousins on the right side of my eye. My home is small because after 36 steps I end up in the basement of my house looking at my mother with curry or soup in her hand ready for me to eat. When I’m eating, I hear my cousin and little brother running up and down, up and down. Then I hear my little brother yelling when he is running after my little brother. My home is small because after a few steps I end up in a loving family.