What Home Means to Me

If home were a sound, it would sound like my family laughing on the couch with my mom making jokes in the living room. If home were a taste, it would be a yummy bite of a nice warm cookie dipped in fresh cold milk from the fridge. If home were a feeling, it would be me getting up after sleeping and feeling happy. If home were a smell, it would be when I walk inside after playing in the snow I would smell fresh baked cookies in the oven for me and my family to eat. If home were a sight, it would be the most beautiful painting you have ever seen. I’m thankful for habitat for humanity for building us safe homes to live in for those in need who don't have homes. If home were a touch, it would be a nice cozy bed to sleep in. Mostly, home feels like a spot I feel safe in and a place where I can be safe.