What home means to me....

What does home means to me? Well it means a lot to me, and here’s why... I see a dog waiting at the carpet ready to give me a lot of hugs and kisses wagging his tail with a smile on his face and his tongue hanging out. I see people walking on my street while they watch the horses go down the road and see ducks in the lake swimming and splashing around in joy on a hot summer day. I hear my mum in the kitchen making peppermint tea on the kettle while I finish up my homework. I also hear the sound of my fireplace sizzling while I drink a warm cup of hot chocolate with a side of candy, but if home were a sense of hearing it would be the sound of jumping on the trampoline. I taste a hot drink 14 nights before Christmas Eve while putting up the Christmas tree with a big shiny star. I also taste my dad’s famous pasta salad. While watching a movie and eating popcorn for dessert, I feel the warm fire next to the fireplace while wrapped up in a fuzzy white blanket. I feel a warm bed in my room that I sleep on night after night even if it’s the coldest or warmest night of the year. I also feel a warm house surrounded by me and my loved ones. Take a few seconds to realize how hard your parents or guardians work for you just to get a roof over your head.