My H❤me

If I could feel home, it would feel like a warm, fuzzy blanket of love, kindness, and happiness. It would feel comforting and comfortable. If I could see home, I would see big family dinners, all our favourite foods and both sets of grandparents. I would be laughing and running around with my sibling. If I could hear home, I would hear laughter, talking and sometimes the TV. I would hear my sibling calling me and footsteps on the ground. If I could smell home, I would smell dinner cooking or a candle burning. I would smell fresh laundry and books. If I could feel, see, hear and smell home this is what I would feel, see, hear and smell. Home isn’t a house or a place, it’s a family or a feeling. Thank you, Isla