What does " Home" mean to me?

If home was a song, It would be our laughter. I can’t forget the happy memories. If home was a box, If you ask me what’s in it, My answer must be my parent’s love. In my box there is not only love but also My childhood memories. My beautiful childhood is made from my home and my parents' love. If home was a feeling, it must be happy. As the sun sets, a family sits by the window, talking and laughing, looking at the smiles on their faces. It's hard not to believe their family is happy. If home was a language, It must be my parent’s comfort and encouragement. They comfort me when I’m sad, they encourage me when I’m falling. If home was a touch, It must be the way my mom hugged me when I came home. The hug shows my mom’s love. Mom's body is full of the smell of food, and her hands are covered with calluses. She returns to the door to welcome me and my sister. Maybe this is maternal love. I am happy that I have a home, and I am writing this to help those who don't have home.