What Home Means to Me

When I walk in the door of my dad’s house I’m greeted by my dog, but when I walk through the door of my mom’s house I’m greeted by my cat. Home smells like my mom’s homemade cooking. The smell of the fresh buns always makes me feel at home. Home is my cat sleeping on top of me. Home is a place where I feel special, safe and accepted for who I am. Home is a place to feel loved.