What home means to me.

Home means to me a comfy place. When I think of home I think of it as a funny loving caring sharing awesome place. I love my home so much that if I'm thirsty I just go into the kitchen and there it is. If I'm hungry I just go into the kitchen and there it is. If I need a hug I can go to my brothers rooms or my parents room and there's a hug for me and I can even go to my grandmas and my papa's suite downstairs that they partly stay in and give them A HUGE HUG. If home was a sound it would be the birds chirping. If home was a feeling it would be love. If home was a taste it would be the sweet air. If home was a smell it would be the sage and pola santo that my mom puts around the house.