Home To Me

Home is not a place; it is a feeling. It is the feeling of love, where family cares about me and does stuff with me. The feeling of home is like getting all cuddled up with mom and dad in a cozy blanket and watching a movie. Another feeling of home is playing games with them and staying up late. The smell of home is the nature around me, all the wet dog fur, oh and the stinky pigs, do not forget about the pigs. The sound of home is everyone laughing, dogs barking, and the cats meowing. The sound of home is the tractor and my quad running, and my sister calling my name. The taste of home is my mom bringing cookies to my room or my stepmom bringing fruit outside and having a picnic, and randomly eating fruit loops during the day. The look of home is a big heart and a little house in the valleys of Canada. The best feeling is having family by my side all the time. Everyone deserves a safe place to call home.