What Home Means to Me

Home is like a summer day It always shines so bright and the people in it are always such a delight. Home feels like a warm blanket, with my mothers sweet touch.it feels like I will never let go. Home smells like my dads curry with that sweet touch of love, love is the reason why my family is just the one I love. Home looks like the flowers in the vase looking out on that warm summer day and the people saying “o what a good day”. The people in my home are my twin, she warms me up when I am not in my summer days. My brother makes me laugh when I am not okay. My mom talks to me in such a warm way when I am not having a good day. My dad makes me giggle in such a good way that I wiggle. He does this on my days I'm not feeling good. All these people make me shine bright so I will be that delight who will always be with me. This is what home means to me!