Home

Home Home to me is the place I came from, the place I can speak my mind and feel comfortable with the people around me. A house is something much less. A house is where I eat and sleep. My home is made with love, care, and respect. My house is made of wood. In my home I can taste the cold ice cream melting on my togue in the sizzling summer. I can feel the warmth of my blanket by the fire on a frosty winter day. I can hear my family softly talking to one another in the kitchen. I can smell the popcorn in the microwave on movie night. I see my comfy bed waiting for me at the end of the day. But for the record, home to me is a place that I have love and respect for.