Home,いえ

Home, My home is orange, blue and white and in my mind, It's the smell of a warm dinner embracing me as I rush downstairs, the sound of my mother and father whispering to me goodnight. My memories warm my home on cold winters and the walls are a reminder I'm safe in my home, I'm safe to be me. If the world was a forest my home would be a campfire, and although my home is built of bricks and stone it was also built with love. My family,my friends are what shaped the word home for me, the ones who built my campfire. My home shapes me.