The Meaning of Home

Home is where I am with family, saying jokes and having fun. Home is where I feel the soft, fluffy blanket in the living room where I love to run. I hear the game chips clinging together and falling on the table and floor. I taste the delicious food my parents make for dinner before my stomach starts to feel sore. Home is where I see my fingers pressing on the keys of my piano. When I smell the candle burning in the morning, and I see a rainbow. To me home is where I am meant to be.