Home, Sweet Home

Home, the sight of my family jamming to some early morning tunes. The smell of traditional meat pies fresh out of the oven. The feeling of my fuzzy blanket brushing against my skin as my mother tucks me in for a good night’s rest. The empathetic sound of my dad's ‘Are you ok?’ when I fall. The taste of buttery popcorn kernels as we watch a movie. To me home is not a building nor a place, it is a person whom I can look to for comfort. Home, sweet, home.