A home is a home

This is my home, not too small nor too tall. As I walk down the hall I smell my mom's amazing cooking! She greets me with a nice big smile. As I look down the stairs, and see the basement, my Dad waves, and I wave back. I continue walking and take a whiff of the Ethiopian coffee beans sizzling on the pan that makes me feel at home the most. My home is more than a house; it's where the people know me the most. I could not feel safer. It's where I've been forever longer than I can remember. I've never been more comfortable anywhere else. But what if my family was not there? Then it's just a house There is no home without the people that love you the most.