WHAT IS HOME ?

WHAT IS HOME ? Well to me, home is my family discussing work and certain family members while drinking tea together. It is a drama playing on the tv, destroying my eardrums while I try to do my homework. Home is the smell of plants that have just been watered with the smell of water and dirt. It is the taste of homemade fudgy brownies with cold milk. Home is my warm fluffy pink blanket warming me up in my freezing room. It is a place where you can be YOURSELF and not anybody else. Home is staring at my family's picture and remembering how much I love them. It is the sound of the lawn mower going “rrrrrrrrr” while I try to go back to sleep. Home is the smell of cheese pizza from the oven filling the room with its cheesy smell. It is the taste of a sweet mocha chocolate that I got from the store. Home is my comfortable grey couch in the family room. It is a place filled with LOTS of memories. Home is a one-thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle that is filled with laughter, tears of sadness, and frustration. It is my mom yelling “ANGEL COME DOWNSTAIRS AND EAT.” Home is the smell of potatoes getting cooked in the spice kitchen so I can have dinner unlike some kids in the world. It is the taste of Roti and Panner that is SCORCHING hot but still so delicious. Home is my comfortable bed drifting me to sleep while all my worries fade away with it. Now you know what home means to me By Angel