What Home Means to Me

This is what home means to me; a roof over my head, a house full of glee. In my home, there is no judgment, no hate, only love, a place that feels safe down low, at the sides, and up above. My home is where my family and friends can stay, laughing and playing in the sun all day. Home is the sight of my family, playing Mario Kart, and watching movies. Home is the smell of delicious food being made, anything from pizza to sushi. It is the sound of laughter, and love. And the feeling of hugs all around. What home is to me might be different to you, But nevertheless, that is what home means to me.