I Sense Home

When I think of home, I think of my family, my history, and the warm place that puts a roof over my head. Without my family, there would be no place to call “home”. It just wouldn’t be right. Home smells like the scent of my mom’s homemade cooking. A whiff of air that says a million things. Home sounds like young children playing. Old memories never forgotten. Home feels like a relaxation after a long days’ work. Sinking down on the couch or a bed after all the hard work. Home tastes like the delicious dinners made for me. Food that my parents worked many hours to get. Home looks like the roof placed over my head, and the warm place to call home. There are lots of ways to describe my home, and I am proud to have a warm and happy place to call home!