Home is a Fuzzy Feeling

Home. Where I read on the couch as I smell my mom making curry, and my dad sitting down to relax after a long day at work. Home. My sister working on homework at the computer. Home. My mom asking me to set the table for dinner,and the house being warm from the stovetop heat. Home. Sitting at the table and talking about how all our days have been. Home. A loved fuzzy feeling inside. This is what is home to me. Home. How I can go to school and be surrounded by people who will help me. Home. I love my friends and how caring and kind they are. Home. I would give my close friends anything, even a kidney if they needed it. I love my family and friends. Home.