Home

Home is where I detect the popping sound of popcorn in the microwave. Home is where I feel the smooth cold spoon in my hand. Home is where I lick the cold tasty vanilla ice cream cone. Home is where the fluffy white clouds caught my eyes. Home is where I smell the cold breezy wind coming from the window. Home is where I like to be. You don’t need to feel with your body, but you can feel with your heart. My family is my home.