what home means to me

I remember when it was a week or two before christmas and my parents went to sarnia they said that they were gonna see a friend, but they really weren't. so me and my brother stayed at my aunt and younger cousins house for one night when my parents got home we headed back from our aunts house and i walked in the basement to a room and i opened the door and i dropped smt i was holding to see the smallest most cutest puppy ever i cried right away because i was so happy it was an early christmas present! I remember when my dog did not know how to go up and down the stairs so i took my time teaching him how to and it worked he used to just sit at the stairs barking and waiting for someone to carry him up or down the stairs. A home feels like when you feel safe, comfortable and cozy. A home looks like a messy room, being yourself and memories everywhere. A home smells like dog food and flowers. A home sounds like a dog barking and laughter.