What home means to me

What home tastes like to me is chicken after Thanksgiving dinner on a breezy night. What home smells like to me is my moms candle burning all morning long. What home sounds like to me is my annoying little sisters and brothers. What my home looks like (red,dark red, black, and sometimes brown bricks). What my home feels like is a loving and warm caring house to be in. This is what my home is to me.