What Home Means to Me

If home was a sight, I would be able to look at a majestic painting of an ocean with waves with it that my mother put on a piece of canvas. If home was a smell, I would be able to smell freshly baked strawberry pie straight from the oven which makes people’s spirits merry. If I was able to touch home, I would be able to feel my relatives' warm hugs telling me to not pay any attention to the negatives. If I was able to taste home, I would be able to taste my family’s delicious cooking that melts into my mouth when I'm devouring it. If I was able to hear home, I would be able to hear screaming from all the guests in my house while my dog is peacefully dreaming.