The Meaning of Home

If home were a scent, I would smell it all day, maybe, it would be the orange juice my mom makes every day, whatever, or however it is, I love my home, because its not a building or a structure, it is a feeling of belonging, and maybe my home can breathe like me, or my family, when you chop own its wood, or brick, it’s hurt, and it may never be the same, maybe the sound, of my home, would be the, Drip Drap Drop Of the breezy blue water, or maybe it is just white, pure white. But whatever is this felling, I believe, that every human, or animal, to be in fact, Should have a home, or just a place to have your perfect moments with your family.