What Home Means to Me

If home were a sight, it would be a beautiful pink and purple sunset at my window. If home were a touch, it would be my mom waking me up to get ready to go to school. If home were a sound, it would be me and my family laughing together in the living room. If home were a smell, it would be rainbow cupcakes made by my older brother and me. If home were a taste, it would be yummy steak straight out of the oven cooked by my sweet mom. That is what home means to me.