Meaning of Home

Me and my brother wake up every morning to my dad telling us to wake up. We get up and get hit by the delicious smell of freshly made pancakes. This. Is home. I sit outside in the backyard and write in my book. As the sun hits my body, I close my eyes and listen to the birds chirping. This. Is home. I sit in the sled as my dad pulls it. I look around and breathe in the cold air. The snows crunches at every move. “This is home” I think. My dad takes me and my brother to the park by our house. We play until we cant anymore. Our dad calls us to tell us its time to go home. I look around me and think. “This IS my home.”