To Me, Home Is...

To me home is the sight of me and my family in the backyard eating breakfast, boiled eggs with cold fresh orange juice. My brother playing in the water sprinkler without a care in the world. The smell of orange juice eggs and my Dads deodorant. The taste of black pepper with boiled and right after fresh cold Orange juice just Delicious! The sound of my parents talking to Nanu and Nany and my brother screaming “COLD COLD AHHHHHHHH” I can hear my neighbor playing soccer too. The touch on my forehead, where am I, outside? NO I AM HOME