Home

Home. The place where the scent of fresh baked banana bread that my mom makes is. The place where I can smell my dad’s curry. Where I can smell the odor of the candle I just blew out. Home. The taste of the sweet cinnamon buns that I eat when I go to my grandparents house. The taste of hot, green tea. Home. The place where I can be who I want to be. Where I know that I am loved. Where I can feel that I am where I am meant to be. Home. A place where I can hear the wonderful sound of me and my sister playing games. Where I hear the birds singing. Where I hear the sound of my mom making popcorn. The sound of my piano keys. Home. The place where I can see my family. Where I can see the trees outside. Seeing nature and animals. I love my home.