Home: My Special Home

This is about my special home. If home were a sight it would be like a sunset in the meadow behind hills. If home were a smell it would be it would smell like the love my parents give me. If home were a texture the texture would feel like a flower blooming after a spring rain. The sound of home would sound like my favourite music, family talking and laughing. The emotions of home would be the happiness that flows throughout my house. Lastly if home were a taste it would taste like a freshly baked cake from the oven. That Is The Meaning Of My Home