My Meaning of Home

My Meaning of Home I walked in the house and immediately got greeted by my dog pickles. I took a deep breathe the smell of the lemon pine sol is floating through the air. I hugged my dad and went to my room. I hung up my backpack and watched tv. I decided that I would make dinner. I made spaghetti. My dad said to me ‘Hey chef Dalton’ I said, ‘Hey yourself.’ We sat down and started to pray ‘God is great god is good let us thank him for our food amen’ and started to eat. I realized that all you need is family because happiness comes from within the heart. And I will always have them in my heart -MaKenna Dalton