My Home

My home feels like something I deserve. Every time I wake up my grandma has cooked pancakes. They’re delicious, that’s my tase of home and the smell. My house is usually so messy that’s always the look of my home. My sister and I play together. Her name is Sumail. Then my mom yells lunch time and my grandma gives me the food she cooked. The sound of home is whenever it’s nighttime we have coyotes in our back yard, and they bark so long I can’t sleep. Then the night is over I only sleep for 8 hours. Then we go outside somewhere random. This time we went to an arcade but we were only there for 1 an hour back home we eat lunch. My grandpa is watching tv and I go play video games. So now we go to sleep and this time my dog did not bark I had a proper sleep. Home means to me love, support and fun. It also is making lots of mistakes, but knowing I am still safe.