When you first arrive at home you get that new house smell.
The smell is so good, like the food that people have cooked.
The desserts, the dinners and the breakfasts.
You have so many memories in your home.
As you get older, you start to think of them again.
My room, all rooms, in my beautiful cozy home.
You are with family, spending time together.
Getting to snuggle up with your family.
When you get home from school, your parents scooping you up and giving you hugs and kisses.
When you get out of the tub, you will get your PJs on and then snugle up on the couch with your family and watch TV.
On your birthday, getting to spend time with them and get to have cake together.
On the weekends, snuggling up in your PJs and watch movies with your family while eating popcorn together.
While you are reading in your bed your parents come in and kiss you goodnight.
Sharing your house with your family and other people you know.
Baking with your mom, and your grandma comes over and bakes with you.
When you wake up to see snow on the ground and you can go out with your family, build a snowman and play in the snow.
Waking up, I see my dog at the foot of my bed licking my feet then I play with him.
This, is what Home means to me.