Meaning of Home

To me if home were a touch, it would be the soft feeling of my two white cats and one black cat. If home were a sound, it would be my mom saying “I love you” to my face. If home were a smell, it would always be the aroma of the chicken in the hot oven. If home were a sight, it would be the nice hot chocolate waiting for me at the kitchen counter. If home were a taste, it would be the taste of the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich made by my Dad. I can always trust my parents and I think they trust me. This is what home means to me!