Home

If home was a taste it would be my mom’s cooking in the evenings when she makes her great spaghetti with the nice long noodles and all the great toppings. If home was a smell it would be my dad’s home made hot chocolate after a cold snowy day right out of the oven. If home was a touch it would be my favorite blanket with the nice, white as snow fluff on the bottom. If home was a sound it would be me and my familly around the dinner table talking about our day while we eat. We laugh and giggle the whole time. If home was a sight it would be waking up every morning and looking out of my bedroom and seeing my little brother in the hall.