What home means to me...

When I think of home, I think of playing card games with my family. The sound of their laughter brings a smile to my face. Home is where I feel safe. It is where I feel comforted when I’m sad. If home were a smell, it would be the smell of my mom’s freshly made cookies. Home would look like family. Home would sound like laughter, but it would feel like home. Home means feeling safe. When I think of home I think of making bread and pasta with my family. When I think of home I think of sitting around the dinner table and eating and laughing at the same time! But home is not just a building with windows and doors it’s made out of memories.