What is home?

My home is a safe place where I belong, My family is there and we get along. The aroma of food greets me everyday, I’m glad I have a home to stay. Just as I step through the door, I see my home’s white marble floor. I smell the aroma of my favourite dinner, Everytime I taste it I feel like a winner. I hear my sister laughing and whining, BOOM, BANG, FLASH goes the lighting. I wonder how people stay out there, Without any shelter just cold cold air. Toronto’s population is growing rocket-high, Inflation is increasing as time flies. Though some people can’t afford a home, I’m thankful that I have a home of my own. A home can mean different things, An apartment, a house, almost anything. Now I hope that you can see, A home is a place where you can be “me”.