My home

My grandma’s house feels like home. When I go to my grandma’s I bake stuff with her. I bake cookies, cakes, pies, and banana bread. I once made a steak with mashed potatoes and green beans on the side for her. I also helped with cooking half of the Thanksgiving dinner at her house. I plow a path for my grandma around the yard during the winter. I also fixed the four-wheeler for her. This makes her feel happy and thankful. She feels at home to me because she is my grandma, and I love her. She is blonde, has blue eyes, and has a heart of gold. My papa has grey hair, is a daredevil, and does not shift gears. He works with his hands a lot, fixing lawnmowers, and fixes four-wheelers. He has a heart of gold. They all feel like home to me because they love me and care about me.