A Beautiful Home

They say a house is not a home until it is filled with the laughter and noise of the family living in it. The house I grew up in was just a innocent wooden house. It had all the basics that made it a house such as the rooms and furniture. I immortalise that my favorite room in the house was the kitchen.The kitchen for me is what made my family house a beautiful home. I remember how the kitchen constantly smelled of a mixture of brewed coffee and bacon first thing in the morning. I did not need an alarm clock during those summer months by of school.The freshly cooked bacon and smell of hot bread coming out of the oven always got everyone out of bed early. I would always be the first of my siblings in the kitchen, ready and willing to set the breakfast table. As the family sat poised around to eat, we would tell stories about how we planned to spend the day.After the meal, our father would term us up by the door before he go forth and give us our candy money for the day. He was a liberal man my father. He always smelled like soap and coffee compensate hours after the meal.My house is a beautiful home. It has everything that is expected. I have a loving father, a responsible mother, and siblings who I continue to grow with to adulthood. What much can I ask for?Questions and Answers1. What was your dominant pestle?The dominant impression I wanted to capture in this paper is the early shop of my childhood and those simple times when my family divided everything we did together. I withal wanted to give the reader a vivid description of how my family was and the simple joys we shared like having an early morning breakfast.2. Weakness in my assignment?I wish I had a higher allowable word numeration so that I could be more descriptive and further intensify the use of the 5 senses of my reader as my narration progresses. I also think that I have a problem in the caseful verb agreement in a portion of the essay.3. Strengths in my assignment I am proud o f?I am proud of the way I was able to relate a simple childhood experience and arouse it into a wonderful memory of the home I grew up in for whoever might read my essay.