My Home

When you think of home what do you think? Do you think of games, toys, or even your bed? But for me, home when I think of home I think of love. Home is not just a building with four walls and one roof. Home has a special scent of wonderful dishes that I can’t find anywhere else but home. Home has this particular sound of my sisters laugh and voice. Home has a soft feeling from mom and dad’s hugs when I feel down. Home has papers from my drawings when I was a kid until now. Home has a taste of amazing dishes from my dads adobo, and my moms lumpia. Home is very important to me, I cannot find anywhere else special than my own home.