What Home Means to Me

At home I feel accepted to be who I am. At home I smell hot chocolate with marshmallows floating on the top. At home I taste my mom’s homemade brownies with ice cream beside it. At home I hear my dog’s happy barks when I throw the ball for her. At home I see my toys like my doll vet clinic, books and my sticker maker that my mom bought so lovingly for me. That is what my home feels, smells, tastes, sounds, and looks like!