What Home Means to Me

Home to me is like waking up on a Saturday morning at 8am for ballet. My cat is purring on my bed and the sweet smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen into my bedroom. The rays of sunshine coming through my window Birds chirping and wind blowing.Talking to my mom while playing with my cat on the carpet.The ice cold snow cones from my snow cone machine and the thought of how home means so much to me.Me and my nan talking on the phone and when i visit harbour breton and me and my pop go on his boat and sail to a beach then we have the best dinner!That's my home, my favorite place!