Home

My home is safe and warm and if I could smell home, I would smell mom cooking when I get home from school. If home was a taste, I would taste mom’s homemade pancakes that are fluffy and warm, and it makes me feel warm inside. If home were a feeling, home is where siblings fight. I would feel overjoyed and happy to come home and feel loved. If home were a thing it would be my warm bed when I wake up or when I go to sleep. I feel rambunctious going home to a warm place and I feel grateful that I have a place to sleep and live. When I go to my house I go home. Home is where you are.