The Meaning of Home

Home smells like my mom baking cookies when I taste the cookies they are so mushy. The air smells fresh when the fireplaces smoke passes by me, and the perfume my mom uses. I hear the sounds of laughter from me and my brother making memories.I feel the inside of me filling with laughter. House is nothing like a home, houses feel lonely nothing but darkness but homes are bright and shining with family. Home is where you have love, safety, and care where families bond together who share and care for each other. Home is where we’re welcomed with open hands and you are welcome all around the world.