Home

When I’m home I can feel the warm air on my face. The fresh cold air on my face. I hear my family laughing at the funny jokes. The taste of warm soup filling the air. My cozy bed I sleep in every night. The cozy living room shining in the bright yellow sun. I feel the cozy warm fuzzy pillow on my skin. The smell of hot chocolate fills the kitchen air. That’s what home means to me!