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What is home to me? Home is the smell of savoury, delicious, newly cooked banana bread. The cozy feeling of safety and the tiny cat paws pitter pattering on the ground. Every pounding footstep on the stairs makes up my home The squish-able sister that I get to squeeze. Seeing my parents cuddling on the couch. Knowing that I can play safely with my friends. Not have a care in the world about what others think. The thing that makes it my house is the hugs in it. Home is the sweet sensation of love. Sweet cold tropical taste of a popsicles melting in my mouth. My awesome, unique, fluffy black alarm clock that yowls at my bedside meowing“GET UP IM HUNGRY” Beautiful multi-colored flowers that rest in my dads garden. The exciting, grand, park on the school fields. This is what makes my home mine What is home to me? Home is the smell of savoury, delicious, newly cooked banana bread. The cozy feeling of safety and the tiny cat paws pitter pattering on the ground. Every pounding footstep on the stairs makes up my home The squish-able sister that I get to squeeze. Seeing my parents cuddling on the couch. Knowing that I can play safely with my friends. Not have a care in the world about what others think. The thing that makes it my house is the hugs in it. Home is the sweet sensation of love. Sweet cold tropical taste of a popsicles melting in my mouth. My awesome, unique, fluffy black alarm clock that yowls at my bedside meowing“GET UP IM HUNGRY” Beautiful multi-colored flowers that rest in my dads garden. The exciting, grand, park on the school fields. This is what makes my home mine