If home were...

If home were a sight, it would be me and my plush toy Bumbe, just chilling and watching TV shows in the afternoon. If home were a smell, it would be all the memories of Toronto in that perfume that I sprayed on Bumbe for a nice scent every time I played with it. If home were a sound, it would be my favorite song Aaradhya being played on the TV speakers, while I’m sitting with Bumbe. If home were a touch, it would be me cuddling my soft Bumbe, while I’m chilling in my toasty and snug blanket, reading my favorite book. If home were a taste, it would be us eating and drinking freshly baked cookies and just made hot cocoa with sprinkles plus whipped cream on top. I’m very glad to have such a shelter that I cherish very much and that is very cozy and warm.