This is what home means to me
My dog named Lily is home to me.
My dad’s barbecued hotdogs and hamburgers are home to me.
The smell of burning gas is home to me.
In the summer, I hear loud trucks and in the winter I hear snowmobiles. That is home to me.
I see my family. They are everything to me.
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