HOME IS….

If home was a smell, it would be my mom’s fresh peanut butter cookies. If home was a touch, it would be the softness of some new fluffy stuffies for my birthday when they are taken out of the bag. If home was something you could see, it would be the family’s Christmas decorations. I love them! They are so pretty! If home was something you could taste, it would be s’mores in the backyard with my cousins and my family. If home was something you could hear, it would be the comforting sound of the air-conditioning at night. WHAT HOME MEANS TO ME IS: FRIENDS, FAMILY, AND THAT I AM LOVED.