Home Sweet Home

If my home was a taste, it would be my mom’s home-cooked meals. If my home was a smell, it would be filled with perfumes and incense sticks. If my home was a feeling it would be my parents comforting warm hugs. If home was a sight, it would be a beautiful flower garden filled with a bunch of red roses. If home was a sound, it would be my parent’s laughter. I am lucky to have a shelter filled with love, joy and care.