to me home is my friends

Home is not just bricks with structures; it's a place where I've made memories and time I've shared with my family and friends. even if i had bad or good memories because i know they love me very much. Whenever my mom cooks i can always smell the aroma of fresh dishes she cooks and the warm air in the house that's one of the things that make home a home to me. Home to me is a place where I can feel comfortable in, my family always plays games and we have family game night every saturday. Home is a place where I feel comfortable to talk about my feelings and I know nobody will judge me because if I feel sad they will not interrupt me and they listen. Home to me is also my friends because they support me and I am comfortable sharing my thoughts and fears with them. I know that if I was feeling sad or mad I could talk to them and they would give me wonderful advice. No matter what