I love my home.

Home to me is the feeling of warm hands, something I can come back too, no matter what. Home means bonds, as strong as superglue, no matter what you use, you can’t rip it apart. Home to me is the smell of warm cake, and the frosting and sugary taste, mixed with love. Home to me is the sounds of the TV programs and laughter that fill the extra space in our home. Home to me is the sight of my family, we make the house what it is, from the moment I wake up from the second I fall asleep, I always want, and feel the need to be at home. Home to me is the smell of my baby blankets, they smell of baby powder and warm hugs. I love home, I wish I could be at home all the time. Home is a place where I can be myself, and not worry about being judged by anyone. Nobody's words can cut through my skin at home. My home smells of blue raspberry and candy, candy is sweet, like my home. My home is a cinnamon smelling, warm, huggable and soft place, for me and my family. We all are together, no matter what, that is home to me. Home to me is the best place I could ever be, I always want to be at my home. I love home, it's quiet, and always is my space. Home is where I can share my feelings and not worry about being hurt, I wish I could speak that way everywhere.