The Feeling of a Home

Home is where I make delicate memories with friends and family. Home is where I share smiles with my little brother. Home is the smell of the sizzling fried rice my mom makes. Home is a place where I can feel safe. Home can mean very different things. Sometimes, it can mean a certain country. Sometimes it could mean a smell. To me, it means my family. They will always love me deeply, and I will always love them back. Wherever they go, they will always be in my heart. They always give me support and calm me down when I get angry. A home is a good feeling, maybe it’s a smell. But home will always, always mean family to me.