What Home Means To Me

Home is a feeling, a sight or a smell, it can be many more things too. For me, when I envision home, in the morning I see my goofy Father drinking the whole carton of milk along with some freshly baked Oreo cookies. Every day after school I come home to the smell of some beef steak that my mom has cooked for dinner. While we were eating, I heard my dad come up with a terrible dad joke, making Lucas my brother fall out of his chair and onto the hard tiled floor! I know that this sounds great, but a lot of people only have a house which has a roof, some walls, and a floor! I PRAY that everyone in the world will make memories with a loving family in a safe and supportive environment for eternity!